Dead end days, all we get is poorer

Painting ourselves into a corner

Dead end days burdened on your shoulder

That chip is growing like a tumor

Spreading across your equator

Dead end days, how did we end up so lost

Who can afford a home

Who qualifies for business loans

The banks are our masters

So bring on the pile of debt

We’ve all got a ransom on our heads

Some bigger than others

Dead end days, living on the fringes

Fake smiles buckle at the hinges

Dead end days, crumple up your wish list

Some folks are luckier than others

Some folks are bound to be smothered

Dead end days, everybody’s so pissed off

Gone are the dreams of youth

Gone are the creeds and absolutes

We’ve lost all conviction

If only a ray of truth

Would part through the clouds so destitute

A beautiful beacon

If only

If only life were a story

All our hopes and cares and boats

Would be docked along the

Shores of weekend homes

If only, if only

But that’s no reality

Life is like a bowl of grapes

Stomped on until bitter wine is made

If only

If only life were a story

All our bones would never break

Crashing like atoms on the interstate

If only, if only

But that’s not reality

Life is fine but short on time

Best to adapt to your cul-de-sac