Grant Bentley - Sweet Relief Lyrics

We have fallen down the drain
Drainin' down the swamp.
Tryin' to explain
Exactly what we want.
Every four years, takin' stock of what we got. Chances are - it ain't a lot.

The second coming is what we're led to believe.
No matter who's runnin', I can't wait to receive a little...

Sweet relief, now that everyone's had their say.
Sweet relief, Mister on the phone won't you leave me alone 'cuz my nerves are starting to fray.
Oh, relief, the promise of a better day once this mud dries up and finally blows away.

Have we fallen far behind?
The polls will tell the tale.
Have I lost my mind?
Should I be in jail?
Every four years, see the battle lines we draw. Chances are - they're made of straw.

No one's listenin' - all those talking points to prepare.
Friends are bristlin' - no, I was not aware. Can you spare me some...

Sweet relief, now that everyone's had their say.
Sweet relief, Madam on the phone won't you leave me alone 'cuz my nerves are starting to fray.

Every November, we had it good until the moment I understood. We are but sheep asleep.

We have fallen through the cracks
Sweat the TV lights
I need that answer back.
It's been one of those nights.
Every four years, the debate it rages on.
Chances are - logic is gone.

'Cuz we are living in a constant state of mistrust.
There's no more forgiving. We're gonna prevail or go bust. That's why we must get some...

Sweet relief, now that everyone's had their say.
Sweet relief, Mister on the phone won't you leave me alone 'cuz my nerves they have been frayed.
Oh, relief, the promise of a better day once this mud dries up and finally blows away.

Uh, let that mud dry up and finally blow away.