It’s my fate to be hit by a bus

In the dark with my headphones on

Trudging through slush, Brisk on my tongue

Thinking to myself maybe “what the fuck”

...But it tastes so good so why the cussing?

Four homes for every homeless one

As a hundred empty boxes scrape the sun

Most of us can’t afford a crown (don’t need gold, just porcelain)

Meanwhile we’re all stuck working pointless jobs

....But they pay 15 so why the fussing?

Israel is drenched in Palestine’s blood

Boogeymen trade Torah for Quran

But now I’m stuck paying for Saudi bombs (don’t need gold, just porcelain)

Most of the time I can’t keep up…

Oh let go, be cool (it’s alright)

Talk to someone new (there’s something you can find)

Let the party be (it’s their night)

We’re all safe you’ll see

But even with beer there’s grief

He’s at Lockheed

It’s all in your mind (that’s the fool)

Breathe it out, you’re fine (to someone else, you’re new)

Stop and feed the geese (a different truth)

Where the men with nothing sleep

I’ll be right and free on a good beach

Just as long as they don’t ask for money