This is all about Southern Illinois, which is nicknamed "Little Egypt" and it paints a picture of drunks, religious zealots (I know, both of these types of people are everywhere), bingo, and minimum wage jobs that are unionized with no benefits, other than the fact that their job simply exists, I won't even get started on that right now ...
Little
written January 9,2001 by
Jason Brantley
stand around, take it up the ass
swallowed up to the starving last
while shorelines fade away
and earthquakes come to play ...
afraid to speak and too scared to
move
held on to vanishing proof
if oceans have sugar and no salt
while counting any effortless fault
chorus:
carve a pulpit on a dollar bill
preachers falling from windowsills
bibles made of silver and gold
imitating luxury in every fold
if beer tasted better we would
drink more
lines would crash unemployment
doors
fishing , hunting, and gambling our
smokes,
such a pity this place's a joke
left with rusty tractor pulling
cars
searchin
the horizon for holy bars
daily Bingo Heaven makes it hard to
steer
playing music no one else can hear
chorus:
kneel before the dollar bill
preachers fallin
from windowsills
bibles made of silver and gold
imitating luxury in every fold
dissolve the pain in tubs of snow
frozen where time never flows
no turning back on the words
spoken before innocence was born
mine the coal, turn the soil
takes more than unions to make it
grow
powered by fuel of whiskey and
blood
towns expire in the senseless flood
chorus:
dream about the dollar bill
that used to be your biggest thrill
bibles made of silver and gold
worthless to preachers growing old
Little
Moses strected out his hand
The Pharoah raised the taxes again
the young and dumb never win
under paid and forgotten clones
preserved with ancient garden
gnomes
afraid of change that makes us
strong
the right to choose must be wrong
chorus:
hold on to the dollar bill
hoping that the fields can fill
bibles of doubt lost in the void
now belong to the unemployed
