Lirieke: Ryan Bingham. Roadhouse Sun. Hey Hey Hurray.

Hey hey what can you say you might head out to California
Think you got you something to say, who knows who cares anyway
Oh no don't make a stand you might piss off the government man
He might put a pistol in your hand, put you on a boat to go play in the sand
Sand castles in the sky, Jimmy's gonna play when I die
Face first in the mud, don't talk back cause he's got a gun

On the road driving fast, see how long your heart can last,
Can that gypsy see your past, save your ass from the devils wrath
Hell no, I won't go, I'm gonna roll bones with the devil you know,
Take all of his silver and gold, put it in the hands of the poor folks

Hey hey what can you say, is Wal-Mart squeezing out your brain,
Whipping your ass with a restaurant chain, pumping that poison in your
Vein,
Tell the blind that they will see, but they can't afford that pharmacy,
Cut 'em down if they don't agree, do you really care what a sick man
Needs
Down on the ground you freaked out clown, can't be saying them
Things out loud,
Better off turning that smile to a frown, hands on your head till you
All calm down

Hey hey what do you say,
Is everybody scared of the man these days,
Scared to be you, scared to be me,
Scared to believe that you can see,
People in need, dying of disease

Oh know where do you go, blisters on your feet with your frozen toes,
Preacher man trying to save your soul, teaching you things you
Already know

Hey hey what can you say, the cops will taser all of your brains,
Can't be saying those crazy things, ain't enough money
In change these days,
Corporate money singing jing a ling, won't you believe
In the president's ways,
Give your rights away and say hurray

Hey hey what can say, they pulled the plug on your membrane,
Back to the streets with dope to blame, putting your voice back in it's place
Hey hey what can you say, you think that they can change their ways,
I bet they can if they get paid, Prozac will come save the day

Hey hey what can you say, the big man spends your hard earned pay,
Yellow brick roads have turned to clay, choking blue collars to a dollar a
Day
Hey hey what can say, shut your mouth or get the way,
Speak your mind or go insane, it's a choice that you can make
How long can you get a long, do ya really need to drop them bombs,
Write your words down on a bong, roll that joint and smoke this song