Lyrics

PRIMOGENITURE
(Timothy Brickley & David Rheins)

Primogeniture.
What are we livin’ for?
What are we workin’ for?
Primogeniture.
What the fuck do you care
about god-appointed autocrats
hiding out as bureaucrats,
passin’ out all the money to friends?

Well, my dad was poor,
had to work for a living.
Got married, got her pregnant,
had a couple of brats.
Got a mortgage and an ulcer
and a couple more kids.
Now he wonders when the livin’ begins.

Primogeniture.
What are we livin’ for?
What are we workin’ for?
(It’s only) Primogeniture.
What the fuck do you care
about god-appointed autocrats
passing off as bureaucrats,
hidin’ all the money with friends?

Now, I’m old,
lost a job of my own.
Got a Chevy and my honey
and a couple of loans.
Got her pregnant and arrested
and now I’m on the run
from Primogeniture.
And I’ve got a gun.

Copyright 1980, Timothy Brickley & David Rheins.