That's How It Is

Got an unusually sized, head for his size So you would have thought, There’s a lot of thought going on Ain’t no surprise, when you look into his eyes Yeah, the lights are on, But nobody’s home He’s a man, With his old man’s plans Fight the Taliban, Fill the oil can up again Bu there’s another man, A man from Pakistan Says ‘You can’t blame them, It was you who trained them to defend’ And the old Cossacks, are dying to get back To the good old days, Of the comrades at the gate They’re having those flashbacks, of all those kickbacks When the state dished out, All the top jobs for your mates And that’s how it is, That’s how its always been Why am I even thinking, I can do a single thing It’s not my whish, That you’re even listening I’m just trying, Trying to do my thing Anything Lovely smile, but that only lasts a while Cos the gentle can turn to mental, Very serious So I would run a mile, Cos they ain’t got as many missiles But there’s a lot more of them, Than there is of any of us He’s only a little fella, But he can go hell for leather But it’s not good enough, To be talking tough on TV Cos if you’re a yeller, And you’re not a teller, Then I can’t see nothing, In his sh*t for me And it must be neat, To join that exclusive clique Where your only hope, Is to talk to a dope in a suit You’re one small leap, With a scientific technique To have the physique, Even a sheep’s IQ And that’s how it is, That’s how its always been Why am I even thinking, I can do a single thing It’s not my whish, That you’re even listening I’m just trying, Trying to do my thing Anything