True Rendition

I've got an illness that's beyond description It's a hard row to hoe, it's a bad infliction I went downtown see the local physician Come back home in the same condition Well I come back home in the same condition A frontline soldier in a war of attrition Popping little pills from the latest prescription Always wind up in the same position Uncle Buck and Bubba took a six pack fishin' Uncle Buck and Bubba took a six pack fishin' Wound up startin' the southern secession The Industrial Age and the Great Depression Presiding over hearings while the court's in session Leaving me distinctly with a lost impression Leaving me distinctly with a lost impression Nobody stopped to ask the proper question While the world's doubled over with indigestion I asked a little girl – had a simple suggestion Turn the world around in the other direction Turn the world around in the other direction As we tremble on the thimble of a point of inflection We'd turn and run away from our own reflection But we've never been good at dealing with rejection It's a factual revelation of natural selection A factual revelation of natural selection I went down to find my mama's obstetrician To see if I've always given opposition She said go see your daddy if you're on this mission It's a battle of wits, take some ammunition It's a battle of wits, take some ammunition Went to find my daddy but I guess I missed him The hound dog on the porch had a premonition Daddy went with Uncle Buck and Bubba fishin' I wished for a penny but I spent one wishin' I wished for a penny but I spent one wishin' Found the remote control, called the technician Asked if he could put this thing out of commission He said that he could if I would sign his petition To save the trapped souls from the television To save the trapped souls from the television Somebody said I need a subscription To a new magazine called The Old Edition If you look close enough you can see the inscription Etched in stone on the last partition Etched in stone on the last partition That separates the human from the human condition Segregates the thief from the act of admission Exonerates the sinner in the act of contrition Exogenous homogenous indecision Exogenous homogenous indecision Would it be so bad just to stop and listen Just to flop by the stream and watch the pebbles glisten Just to drop by the dream and watch the lovers kissin' Would it be so bad just to sit there sittin' Would it be so bad just to sit there sittin' Lickin' our wounds like a cat to a kitten I don't know where it's ever been written That you never better off forgivin' and forgettin' That you can't be healed by touch once bitten You can always be healed by touch once bitten Went down to round up my statistician She said she'd run some numbers with my permission To perform some reconstruction and some demolition And send me back home as a true rendition Send me back home as a true rendition It's a battle of wits, take some ammunition Hound dog on the porch had a premonition Wished for a penny but I spent one wishin' You can always be healed by touch once bitten You can always be healed by touch once bitten It's a battle of wits, take some ammunition Hound dog on the porch had a premonition I wished for a penny but I spent one wishin' Send me back home as a true rendition Send me back home as a true rendition Send me back home as a true rendition Send me back home as a true rendition Send me back home