Help the working mother, because life aint fair.
Music gets between the artist and his money
And that I can't bare.
I'm rooting for misery, I'm going for the pain
That I want us all to feel
When we lie awake.
What will keep our eyes so open
That we can spot the trains?
How will we be ready
To play life's little games?
It doesn't seem plausible
To stop everyone's cold grins.
That laugh at all thats good
And praise the evil things.
The drinking scum of earth
With its twenty golden rings
And its spikes of rebirth
Have taken off with wings.
And angels turned to demons
Flying all around the sky.
Are killing all the men
Who were still just asking "why?"
But nobody has time
With so mamy mountains to climb.
And the sea is rising so high
And the time to frown is nigh
And everyone who thought they knew
Is busy saying goodbye.
All the little mice that scatter
To run away from cats.
Are stuck with each other
Just feeling like rats.
