Someone Threw the Baby Out by Tim Fite Lyrics

Just to set a visual
Everybody's miserable
Just to get a rough idea
Everything has died here

We trust the night to go away
We trust the day to come
But trusting's only worth the wait
'cuz there's nothing else to be done

What do you for fun around here?
(get a couple beers)
What do you do for fun?
(play x-box)
What do you do for fun around here?
(beat up faggots)
What do you do for fun?
(watch Oprah)

The vending machinery is out of order
And the changing machinery is all out of quarters
The Four Sister's Winery is down to three daughters
Someone threw the baby out with the bath water
(you ask anybody, everybody tell you the same thing, man)

There isn't any lesson
There isn't any question
There isn't any heaven
There isn't any hope

What do you do for fun around here?
Nothin' at all
What do you do for fun?
Nothin' at all
What do you do for fun around here?
Nothin' at all
What do you do for fun?

We calculate the weight of war
Say no more, say no more
We castrate the nation's poor
Say no more, say no more

The vending machinery is out of order
The changing machinery is all out of quarters
The Four Sister's Winery is down to three daughters
Someone threw the baby out with the bath water

The vending machinery is out of order
The changing machinery is all out of quarters
The Four Sister's Winery is down to three daughters
Someone threw the baby out with the bath water
Someone threw the baby out