I’m simply searching for the song that’s gonna get me through the next hour at work
the job i can handle, i can’t handle losin’ all of my time
the weight and stress, i’ve been breaking-even debts suggest my kids do the same for their pride and self-respect
& i don’t profess to be any kind of model
I’m a poorly dressed pawn on a well-dressed chessboard
I won’t take it all out on my family and friends
no i won’t take it all out on my family and friends...
Production en masse! anxiety unmatched!
And not a single fuck was given that day!
Taxes are to worker as pollution is to sky
You’ve had a good enough day but you’ve missed all the sunshine
& I’d trade it all in just like anyone who’se faced
a crippling fear of the change but still imagines greener pastures
Hey ma! look what I can do! with both of my hands behind my back
and the key in my stomach!
blind-folded, & spun around three times I’ll still land this plane,
I’ve had a hundred percent success rate!
we’ve got teeth like gravestones
we’ve got mouths that water
we’ve things to mull over
we’ve left ribbons to follow