Compared To What (2020 Remaster) Songtext
von Roberta Flack

Said I love the lie, lie the love
Hangin′ on with a push and a shove
Possession is the motivation
Hangin' up the whole damn nation
Looks like we always end up in a rut
Tryin′ to make it real
But compared to what?

Slaughterhouse is killin' hogs
Twisted children are killin' frogs
Poor dumb rednecks rollin′ logs
Tired old ladies are kissin′ dogs
And I hate that human lover
That stinkin' mud
Tryin′ to make it real
But compared to what?


Said the President, he's got his war
Folks don′t know just what it's for
No one gives us rhyme or reason
You have one doubt, they call it treason
I said we are chicken feathers
All without one gut
Tryin′ to make it real
But compared to what?

Go to church on Sunday, sleep and nod
Tryin' to duck the wrath of God
Preacher's filling us with fright
Tellin′ what he thinks is right
But he must be some kind of stupid nut
He tries to make it real

Try to make it real, yeah
Tryin′ to make it real, real, real
Tryin' to make it real, real, real, yeah
Tryin′ to make it real, yeah
Real, real, real, real
Tryin' to make it real
Tryin′ to make it real, yeah


But where's that bee and where′s their honey?
Where's my God and where's my money?
Unreal values, crass distortion
Unwed mothers need abortion
And it kind of brings to mind, oh, young King Tut
He tried, tried, tried
Tried to make it real
Tryin′ to make it real, yeah
But compared to what?

Said I love the lie, lie the love
Hangin′ on with a push and a shove
Possession is the motivation
Hangin' up the whole damn nation
Looks like we always end up in a rut
Tryin′ to make it real
But compared to what?