The Goal of Life is to survive another day
But, we're so desperate for the pay
We'll hold our nose and cleanup shit
In hopes we don't drown in your derisive spit
But, as the world burns our leaders fight in the street
the planet will continues to heat
We try to stay calm
and hope and we pray
that tommorow might be a better day
but, eventually you reach a point
that all you care about is the next joint
and even that has lost it's fun
wouldn't it be nice to sit in the sun?
instead i'm here trying not to lose my mind
as i smile and pretend i'm fine
I'm not alone
so throw the poor a bone
before they get hungry for some meat they can't afford
and place the blame on Henry Ford.