Same Shit / Complicated

and only feel free with their hands in the dirt

in a pair of old jeans and their favorite t-shirt.

Some people feel enslaved when they have a boss, some people without one feel totally lost.

To make this world work it takes all different kinds.

We all have different tastes, different strengths, different minds,

so it doesn't make sense to generalize

and it doesn't make sense to judge with our eyes.

We need more compassion, we need to be kind.

If you open your heart you might like what you find.

'Cause there are some nice bus drivers, and there's some mean bus drivers

and there are some nice cops in Madison, Wisconsin.

And there's some nice teachers, and there's some mean teachers,

just because you have mean teachers, doesn't mean all teachers suck.

And no one is nice all the time, no one is mean all the time.

Think about what someone's going through that's making them be mean to you, like maybe their pet gerbil died and they are really sad inside,

or maybe they got in a fight with someone that they really like or

maybe they are really shy and don't know how to socialize,

they just want to run and hide, not saying that it's justified

but if we learn to empathize the resentments will vaporize,

situations metamorphize before our very eyes.

Then the need to stereotype will become outdated when we realize that everyone

is really complicated.

We are all so complicated. We are all so complicated.

I am also complicated. I am also complicated.

I'm a black mama lactivist, a home-owning punk.

It's been over a decade since the last time I got drunk.

I drive a minivan and I've got junk in the trunk.

I think Danny Devito is a total hunk.

I like revisiting the shit my therapist helps me remember.

Being friends with someone for a long time, still not knowing their gender.

I fight for equal rights and I fight for inner peace.

I pray to the dead for the gratitude I need.

I've got chickens in my backyard and a little garden plot.

I really hate commercials but I got a slap-chop, 'cause

I'm a sucker for a remix, let me tell you what,

by the time that I am finished, you're gonna love these nuts.

I'm a little bit pop culture, a lot bit D.I.Y.,

I don't know the definition of T.M.I.

I write poems about my period, post pictures of my log,

if you don't like body functions then you shouldn't read my blog.

My husband's a musician from the mountains in France,

he wrote me a song, we did interpretive dance,

then he knocked me up, now we have the coolest kid,

yeah, hooking up with him's the smartest thing I ever did.

And I feel like I can fly when I'm on roller skates,

I get a little high when I eat dried dates. I feel like I'm unloading when I'm loading up the car.

I feel like I'm exploding when I'm holding my guitar.

I don't understand what numbers have to do with success

or what sales have to do with happiness,

unless they're the kind of sails that will carry me to sea,

where my grandma and grandpa are waiting for me.

I never thought I'd make it to 25, now I'm 37 and I'm glad that I'm alive.

If I ever need a tour bus, I'm still gonna drive,

'cause I like looking out the windshield as the world goes by.

Looking out the windshield as the world goes by. Yeah, looking out the windshield as the world goes by.

Now I'm 37 and I'm glad that I'm alive

and I like looking out the windshield as the world goes by.