Track Title:               Compared To What

Album Title:               Atlantic Rhythm & Blues: Vol 7, 1967-1969
Prime Artist:              Les McCann & Eddie Harris
Producer:                  Neshui Ertegun
Producer:                  Joel Dorn

Written by:                Eugene McDaniel
Lyrics:
{Instrumental Intro}

Another night a night of love
A hangin' only push an shove
Possession is the motivation
That is hangin' up, the Goddamn nation
Looks like we always end up in a rut!

Everybody now, tryin' to make it real compared to what!
C'mon baby!

{Instrumental}

Slaughter house is a-killin' hogs
Twisted children are killin' frogs
Poor dumb red-necks rollin' logs
Tired old lady, kissin' dogs
I hate the human love of that stinking mutt!
I can't use it!

Tryin' to make it real, compared to what!
Come on baby, now (WOW!)

{Instrumental}

The President, he's got his war
Folks don't know just what it's for
Nobody gives us a rhyme or reason
Have one doubt, they call it treason
With chicken feathers all with out one nut

Goddamn it!
Tryin' to make it real compared to what!
Sock it to me! (Woo)

{Instrumental}

Church on Sunday, sleep and nod
Tryin' to duck, the wrath of God
Preacher's fillin' us with pride
They all tryin' a-teach us
What they think is right
They really got to be some kind of nut!
I can't use it!

Tryin' to make it real compared to what!
Oh baby!

{Instrumental}

A-where's that bee,
And-a where's that a-honey?
A-where's my God,
And a-where's my money?
Unreal value is a crass distortion
Unwed mother's need abortion
Kinda brings to mind old young King Tut!
He did it now!

Tryin' to make it real compared to what!

{Instrumental}

Tryin' to make it real compared to what!

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