Possum Scrotum

[Intro]
Oh… but(t) are you a possum,
playing dead ’til the monster’s gone?
Holding real still, heart shut tight,
hoping history just… moves on?

[Verse 1 – quirky curiousity]
Is that what’s smart, or just a style?
Is that wisdom, or poop in a pile?
If you freeze when fascists march by,
is that clever, or soul gone bye?

If the house is on ICE next door,
do you snore in the basement’s floor?
If bullies are screwing en masse,
do you play corpse to save your ass?

[Pre-Chorus - candid curiosity]
Do you hope the beast will get bored?
Do you think it respects the lord?
When it growls and denies what’s right,
What then? Ain’t that worth a fair fight?

[Chorus]
Oh, but(t) are you a possum,
playing dead ’til the monster’s done?
Are you immune to guts gone wrong,
Or maybe an ostrich sees no con?

Oh, but(t) are you a possum,
tail curled tight down your scrotum?
When monsters are hiding their faces,
Why you think it’s stinking like asses?

[Verse 2 – psychedelic sway]
Is neutrality a moral game,
Or camouflage to hide the shame?
If you say “both sides bite the same,”
why’s one building cages in our name?

Is your comfort your sacred creed,
Or is it connivance indeed?
If justice knocks but you’re “not home,”
Do human rights just go on roam?

[Bridge - raw empathy]
If everyone at once plays dead,
What happens to the glooming dread?
When courage waits for perfect weather,
Can freedom bring us all together?

If the possum learns to preach “patience,”
But(t) then the dark knights deny the dawn,
is that wise, or collaboration lite?
Will you swear you survived by being right?

[Chorus – louder, grittier]
Oh, but(t) are you a possum,
playing dead ’til the monster’s gone?
Blink twice if you like that song,
Wink once if you know it’s wrong.

Oh, but(t) are you a possum,
Is silence your optimum?
Or do you forget how to be brave,
While kids are thrown in communal graves?

[Outro – caring sarcasm]
When ‘em monsters spit lies and all,
How long do we play dead, y’all?
How far doing nada goes?
When do you yell out our woes?

Or can you finally smell that fart,
admit scrotums just ain’t that smart,