I woke up one morning, got out of bed slow
A real slob, lookin’ for a real job cause Dad said so
But nobody wants me, like post-Brady Bledsoe
Gotta get ahead so I kept bookin’ and kept lookin’
Gettin’ sick and tired of the fast food prep-cookin’
So I got up and bailed, I got jobs in sales
Hoping that would be the thing that would cure all that ails
Responsibility’s killing me and making me hesitant
Which dishonest company do I currently represent?
While you were settin’ tables we were settin’ precedents
Obsessin’ with CFOs, CEOs and presidents
Life’s been pleasant since
I started brightening my future by fighting through the present tense
Idea that money’s god and nobody can question this
Families falling apart but at work we’re perfectionists
We need more stability and less of this recklessness

CHORUS:
If you'll cry for a nickel, then you'll die for a dime
I send this one out to those going out for the game
Cause caps to bust just to boost your profit line
Cause a diamond ain't nothin' but a rock with a name

Locked in a cage of expectations, making raging declarations
Of desired independence from required attendance
In the places I hate, one gunshot starts the race
Then contestants shoot each other right out of the gate
If you ain’t first you’re last, and that’s a terrible fate
Like knowing you’re next up to get buried by the mob
You divorced your wife but you’re still married to the job
No holds barred, you gotta get ahead in life
You were a deadbeat dad, and you had to shed that dead-end wife
We’re bleedin’ greed with no need for need anymore
You gotta sell yourself out to get your feet in the door
The product sells itself too, so put your seed in that whore
And watch her lead the horde of new generations of bold minds
It’s happened untold times
The old blind lead the new blind to the gold mine
Next time someone asks you “how’s life?” say “I sold mine”

CHORUS

Everything is meaningless to say the least
I daydream that these plagued diseased days will cease
And we’ll slay the beast, and we’ll have days of peace
When we’ll realize that there’s more to life than raisin’ yeast
That’s gonna make the bread that’s gonna pay the fees
More importantly to buy new toys and play with these
Yo, we’ve got it backwards like we’re facing east
To watch the sun set on our favorite beach
The whole earth is so worthless, so dull, there’s no purpose
New generations fall victim to old curses
Rolexes, Lexuses, mojo and gold purses
Won’t get you more than slow rolls in your own hearses
Focused on dollar signs, all else is stick figures
Focused on now, not concerned with the big picture
Lowering caskets, hiring ditch diggers
We can get rich or die trying or try dying to get richer

CHORUS