Rice and Bread
Laura Jane Grace
How can you not find everything you need
In all of this?
Potatoes, rice, and bread,
We'll burn it as we take it in.
Sing your heart out,
Sing it like you mean it,
You're gonna sing everything you're thinking, and you're gonna sing it until they're listening.
'Cause if it really brings us all together,
I'd say that settles all arguments of difference,
Surviving just by questioning,
Can you imagine if we all started demanding?
I can play along to every record,
Front and back every song,
And every word means as much to me
As every word means to you.
They can make an industry selling people the things they want to hear,
If this is worth anything,
We will sell it for humility,
It will take us farther than the posture you're fronting.