You with the jaundiced eyes
Drunk on your own reflection
Propped up with desks and flags
Eight chairs short of affection

Your lines are drawn
Here, there, and everywhere
None of your own volition
Unrecognized
You pace in your shadow
Stripped of all your definitions

Scour the house
Flip the wig
Shake the tree
Scour the house
Flip the wig
Shake the tree

Until your
Whereabouts are known to me

You've been abused and cheated
Shat on, you're beyond defeated
Those who rise stand in your name
They treat you roughly once they're seated

Your pen in one
Sword in the other
Satisfied, the blessing is given
In God they trust, only their way one way
Afraid of the other "-isms"

Scour the house
Flip the wig
Shake the tree
Scour the house
Flip the wig
Shake the tree

Until your
Whereabouts are known to me

Wha-eee-ee-oh
Your whereabouts are known to me
Wha-eee-ee-oh
Your whereabouts are known to me


The grass it is always greener
Under the western skies
But to Norman Rockwell nations
Being choked by weeds and vines

Lookee here
The old gray mare
She ain't what she used to be no no
Lookee here
The old gray mayor
He's all he's cracked up to be

Scour the house
Flip the wig
Shake the tree
Scour the house
Flip the wig
Shake the tree

Scour the house
Flip the wig
Shake the tree
Scour the house
Flip the wig
Shake the tree

Until your
Until your
Until your
Whereabouts are known to me

Wha-eee-ee-oh
Your whereabouts are known to me
Wha-eee-ee-oh
Your whereabouts are known to me
Wha-eee-ee-oh
Your whereabouts are known
Your whereabouts are known
Your whereabouts are known