Feeling good
by Steven Clotzman

Lenny died for the sake of some fun
Mama cried, “Lord, why my son?”
Folks came around to pay respects
But there are things in life we just expect
Someone asked me if I heard about Mo
They found him buried in the fields below
I didn’t mean to sound rude or terse
But feeling good just makes the bad seem worse

Lenny’s dad never hung around
Had a wife and kids just cross town
My own died when I was young
They put cuffs on and he tried to run
Mo was always there with the bail
Whenever Mama landed back in jail
He drove a Caddy looked like a hearse
‘Cause feeling good just makes the bad seem worse

Around here there ain’t nothing free
And right and wrong are just a luxury
And sometimes the truth can be a curse
So keep your hands out of Mama’s purse

Lenny never had no fear or shame
Mo, he had no time for playing games
But Mama wasn’t one to cry foul
She used liked to drink Mo’s Crown Royal
Until her mind, it got so tired and torn
. . . thought she heard Jesus say, “You’ve been reborn!”
While Lenny filled his veins until they burst
See feeling good just makes the bad seem worse

Around here there ain’t nothing free
And right and wrong, just a luxury
You can die of hunger, you can die of thirst
Just keep your hands out of Mama’s purse

I keep the pace up, show no fear or joy
When I’m walking by the corner boys
Lenny used to talk ‘bout getting some wheels
Drive out west, be on Let’s make a Deal
Maybe mama said, Mo come around
Maybe Mo thought what was long was found
We spent the money, but we buried him first
Though feeling good just makes the bad seem worse

When Lenny died for the sake of some fun
Mama cried, oh Lord, why my son?
Sometimes the truth can be a curse
And feeling good just makes the bad seem worse

When Lenny died for the sake of some fun
Mama cried, oh Lord, why my son?
You can die of hunger or you can die of thirst
Where feeling good just makes the bad seem worse


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