Cough syrup, mixed into your coffee
Sugar never helped anything
Dreams forgotten in the face of the morning
What were those things anyway
No good news in the paper
But you might as well read
If everybody’s working
Nobody’s working to be free
Why you gonna drive
Where they won’t know your face
Where you gonna live
If you ain’t got no place
How you gonna stay alive
If you’re not working to die
What kind of life
Isn’t writhe and go
These days
Fell off the step ladder
Gotta climb with these broken limbs, now
Would you feel better
If they pushed you again
Older and grayer
Every single day
What really matters
When there’s only good to say
Why you gonna drive
Where they won’t know your face
Where you gonna live
If you ain’t got no place
How you gonna stay alive
If you’re not working to die
What kind of life
Isn’t writhe and go
These days
Punch in, punch out
Your life’s a ticking clock
But that ticking’s not so unlike
That heart, more like a box.
Dear someone I used to know,
Before you curled and dided,
I never thought they could ever beat
The fire from the rug of your eyes.
Why you gonna drive
Where they won’t know your face
Where you gonna live
If you ain’t got no place
How you gonna stay alive
If you’re not working to die
What kind of life
Isn’t writhe and go
These days
