Top Songs By Chris Bullinger
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Chris Bullinger
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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
Writer(s): Chris Bullinger
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