Stupid Questions
By White Trash Folk
Lyrics and Music © Rick Shelton

There was a man lived on my road, cancer was eating at his throat
And his insides and he lived in pain each day and every night
Hospice made him comfortable for a few months then disposable
He became just because he wouldn’t die on time
So they took his 02 machine, and pain meds, and said goodbye

If we lived in Great Britain, or Canada, or Sweden
Universal health care would take care (Of him)
But we live in the good ol’ US of A
Where you don’t get to live if you can’t pay
It’s survival of the richest and their heirs

Should having good health be a human right?
Should we all pay to help our neighbors fight for their lives?
In the face of logic, tragedy and crimes…
How are these still questions in our times?
How are these still questions in our times?

My friend Nikki wanted the right to influence her health and life
And to choose whether or not to create on, and at what time
She got pregnant anyway her Doctor said, “If you carry all the way
To term, it’s certain you or the child will die,”
“But doing anything to save you is illegal,” he sighed.

If she lived in Belgium, or Tunisia, or Sweden
A woman’s choice would find her still walking this Earth But
Rich white men all have a book whose words’ foundation won’t be shook
So both Heather and her baby died while she gave birth

When it comes to their body and life, should women have a voice?
Should powerful men get to stand between every female and her choice?
In the face of logic, tragedy, and crimes…
How are these still questions in our times?
HOW are these still questions in our times?