Trouble Every Day Redux

(To the tune of “Trouble Every Day” with apologies to Frank Zappa)

Well I'm about to get up sick
From watchin' all my screens
Been checkin' out the news
Until I wanna scream
I mean to say that every day
Is just another rotten mess
And when it's gonna change, my friends
Is anybody's guess

So I'm watchin' and I'm waitin'
Hopin' for the best
Even think I'll go to prayin'
Every time I hear 'em sayin'
That there's no way to delay
That trouble comin' every day
No way to delay
That trouble comin' every day

Monday I clicked on YouTube
Saw that cop in old Mill-Town
Smiling for the smartphone
With his buddies standing round
Kneeling on the neck of George Floyd
Down on the street
Man’s begging for his life
But the cops don’t skip a beat

(Chorus)

The shit that happened next
Well it ain’t too hard to guess
Black folks throwin' rocks and stuff
Whole damn country is a mess
Listened to reports
About the whisky passin' 'round
Seen the smoke & fire
And the booze shop burnin' down
Watched while everybody
On that street would take a turn
To stomp and smash and bash and crash
And slash and bust and burn

(Chorus)

Nine times out of ten
What you see ain’t what it seems
Reality don’t quite fit
On your tiny little screens
Nazis wearing gas masks
Are behind these days of rage
Dressed in black, but white as hell
Starting flames and shifting blame
If race war is the consequence
These shitheads think it’s swell

(Chorus)

The nasty scene that’s going down
Well I’ve seen that scene before
Like a lousy rip-off movie
Full of finks and thugs and whores
The ending of the movie
Is predictable as hell
But I’m in that lousy movie
And the usher’s locked the doors

(Chorus)