I'm a sad girl who writes mad songs

About the weight of the world that I take on

So dramatic but I'm not wrong

I won't be satisfied until the money's all gone

I am the envious

A privileged ghost

I'm a good citizen

A natural host

So why am I begging

Doing the most

God, it's so upsetting

Paying to live this broke

Everybody needs just a little more free dope

Everybody needs just a little more green to cope

My anxiety needs me to be alone

Everybody needs just a little more free hope

I am essential

The working man

I hold our potential

In my underpaid, hostage hands

I'm the hungry majority's silent mouth

And who can I vote for?

Well let's see, there's fascism or

Some sanctimonious handout?

Everybody needs just a little more free blow

Yea everybody needs just a little more seed to sow

High society needs me to be alone

Yea everybody needs just a little more free hope

I am your children

Roasting alive

Yea, who gets your billions

When the ocean fries

I am the needy

I made you rich

So pay up and feed me

Or I'll eat you, ha

You son of a bitch!

Everybody needs just a little more free show

Oh everybody needs just a little less greed to grow

My sobriety won't leave me alone

Everybody needs just a little more free hope