pullin that ball and chain is such a
hassle
at 9 am
everything interesting happens at night
so
I'm up then
I'm slackadaisical about the future
ow that its here
always cheerfully hopeless and broke
so I'm dopeless
thank god for friends, thank god for
friends
the possibilities of getting by are getting
mighty slim
I'm check to check, I'm hand to mouth
the weekly sacrifice of five days for two
seems like a hell of a waste of my time
its a strain looking busy making junk for
othing
so I decline
if the only way to judge success is
through cash flow
then I don't know
I could do anything with my life but I
probably won't