There is a man, in one hand he holds a pen, in the other rests his head, who’s to say which one is worse? Please feel free to stop me if you’ve heard this one before

They are knocking at your door

They are underneath your floor

They got some and want more, they won’t stop til they’re sure

Take a deep breath think back real far remember how you felt?

I understand that it’s hard to understand that what you do to the land will come back to you from the sky. I told a joke, at least it started as a joke, it was supposed to stay a joke, now I’m sorry that I spoke

I’m just trying to cope

Take a deep breath

Get good and full

While you still can

You can’t take it with you, or leave it behind

I understand that the way we raise our men makes us think that all our friends are just means to an end. But I have a problem with the design of this plan, it's not meant to help advance

It’s not here to hold your hand

It’s not here to be your friend

It’s not here to tend your land. You’re not meant to understand