God, what a mess, on the ladder of success Where you take one step and miss the whole first rung Dreams unfulfilled, graduate unskilled It beats pickin cotton and waitin to be forgotten Clean your baby womb, trash that baby boom Elvis in the ground, therell aint no beer tonight Income tax deduction, what a hell of a function It beats pickin cotton and waitin to be forgotten Unwillingness to claim us, ya got no word (war?) to name us The ones who love us best are the ones well lay to rest And visit their graves on holidays at best The ones who love us least are the ones well die to please If its any consolation, I dont begin to understand them
Posted on: Fri, 11 Apr 2014 00:46:17 +0000
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