Philip Labes Sorry State
[Verse 1]
I grew up in Florida
And I thought that it was fine
I loved Publix, Universal, even loved I95
Back then it was prejudiced
But a little bit more kind
Back then they still pretended
There was no child left behind
[Chorus]
What a lousy state when there's no sunshine
Leaving all those kids out in the rain
When you legislate away all of the sunshine
Florida, my stupid sorry state
[Verse 2]
I'm in California
Land of tans and parking fines
They won't let you sleep on benches
But they'll hand you picket signs
And all things being equal
At least they pretend they're kind
And the method acting is so good
That they believe the lines
[Chorus]
Well, it ain't a golden state if we're just hoarding
Leaving all these folks out in the rain
We'll give you everything except for room and boarding
California, I hate my stupid sorry state
[Verse 3]
I live in America
And there's things I like so much
Like our mountains and our oceans
And our cross-the-country trucks
And our bounty's never bigger
And we're fully out of touch
We'll keep bombing
Kids in Gaza
'Till the whole world self-destructs
[Chorus]
And we ain't God's country if we act ungodly
Letting children stand out in the rain
So I guess this is my way of saying sorry
For America, my stupid sorry state
