Cutting corners on my last dime.
Lord, it’s feeling like the end times.
I don’t want to go outside
I just want to stay in.
And when I brave it,
the people I see seem strange.
Am I a magnet
or should I take a different lane?
The music sleeping in the cafés.
Truth seeking? I say “no way”.
Just watching rich kids get paid.
Just watching rich kids get laid.
But I just got off
and I’m working for tips.
Such idiots, couldn’t even even read my lips.
All I’m saying.
All I’m saying.
I never thought I’d get nervous.
I never thought I’d come across.
Perhaps in all of my madness
could be the world is getting lost.
But I am ready for the long heave ahead.
Slow and steady, in fact, I’m going back to bed.
All I’m saying.
All I’m saying.
All hail, I’m going back to bed.