I bore witness to a woman
Who 'came a mother and hey who shouldn't
And in these tryin' times
I knew that she would be just fine
Cause it was in her blood
To take care of another one
And no matter what would come
I knew she'd make it fine
And I bore witness to a child who
Came out with they own style
And from that very first smile
I know they'd make it fine
And in this trio I'm called pops
And I know exactly what I got
And the, the dance steps I need to trot
To help to make it fine
Make it fine
Oh make it fine
Oh make it fine
Make it fine
Make it fine
Make it fine
Make it fine
Make it fine
Now the arc of history is quite long
And bends toward justice
And I know that that don't do
Justice in my mind
Cause real life's so much worse and
Shit it ain't fair of course but
I'll be the one to drive the hearse
Right into the mine
Or maybe it's more like a cave
Filled with troubadours and other knaves and
Healthy goop and minor slaves
They're all of the same kind
So the squeegee kids tell the truth
While mining quarters on the loop and
The young's wasted on the youth
How can you call it crime
When it's fine
Oh it's fine
Oh it's fine
Oh it's fine
Yes it's fine
It's fine
Oh it's fine
Oh it's fine