Fine - Will Butler

George Washington and

All his slaves, they were

Hangin' outside, down by

Tom Sawyer’s cave, when

Henry exclaimed, «George, sometimes

You can be kind of a dick!»

And George put down his pipe

And he picked up his whip, he said:

«Fine, fine, fine

It’s fine, you’ve got me this time

I am yours, but

You’ll always be mine

Together, 'til the end of time.»

I was born rich

Three-quarters Protestant

Connections at Harvard, and a

Wonderful work ethic, but

When you walk on by

On the cobblestones

With your high-heeled shoes

And your face in your phone

And your glass of wine

And your beautiful friends

I just hope and pray

That the world will end

Oh, if God was a douchebag

On the thirty-third floor

Smokin' fake cigarettes

In a bathroom with a transparent door

Could I fall on my knees?

Could I say «Hallelu-»?

Would he smile at me?

Could I turn to him and say:

«Fine, fine, fine

It’s fine, you’ve got me this time

I am yours, but

You’ll always be mine

Together, 'til the end of time.»

George Washington and

All his friends, they were

Dyin' in the snow, they were

Prayin' for the end

When George, he turned to camera three

He was lookin' right at me

Said, «We're not dyin' for your love, son

We’re dyin' to be free

And I know that freedom falters

When it’s built with human hands

But here’s the sword my friends have given me

And I’ve got no other plans.»

I said, «George, I am sorry

I have treated you

Unlike my mother taught me

And in this distance

Where I live like a pharaoh, I can

Claim that my life is on

The straight and narrow

But I am grateful

That my great-great-great-great-grandfather

Fought in the fields

And escaped from the slaughter

And I am grateful

That my great-great-great-grandmother

Worked her own fields

And left them

To her daughters

And when my grandfather

Went out in the clubs, he was

Greeted with kindness, he was

Greeted with love, with his

Beautiful family, he could go

Wherever he pleased, find a

Pillow for his head, wipe the

Dust off his feet.

If you

Write it all down, and you read real careful

I can tell that my life’s more

Zantzinger that Carroll

When I was born

I was wrapped in a sheet, I was

Laid in a crib, and the

First time that I went to sleep, from the

Walls of the room, in that hospital so white, came the

Ghosts of my family, they were

Great forms of light

And some of them are bloody

And some of them are clean, and they

Lay their hands on my head, and they

Started to sing, they sang:

«Fine, fine, fine

It’s fine, you’ve got me this time

I am yours, but

You’ll always be mine

Together, 'til the end of time.»