Living the Dream

Well, time and time again, Lord, I've been going through the motions

It's a means to an end but the ends don't seem to meet

Walking around living the dream anytime I take the notion

Till the truth comes bubbling up so bittersweet

Ain't no point in getting outta bed if you ain't living the dream

It's like making a big old pot of coffee when you ain't got no cream

I don't need to change my strings

'Cause the dirt don't hurt the way I sing

Oh, I don't have to do a goddamn thing but sit around and wait to die

Well, I've been waiting on an angel waitress to come and take my order

Tell me all about the special today

Staring at a puddle of mud in my spoon and couldn't be much boarder

Hoping them circles on the paper don't call back telling me to start today

Oh, that old man upstairs, Lord, he wears a crooked smile

Staring down on the chaos he created

He said, "Son if you ain't having fun then just wait a little while

Momma's gonna wash it all away, she thinks Mercy's overrated"

Well, no point in getting outta bed if you ain't living the dream

It's like making a big old pot of coffee when you ain't got no cream

Oh, I don't need to change my strings

'Cause the dirt don't hurt the way I sing (Sing, sing, sing)

I don't have to do a goddamn thing but sit around and wait to die

Oh, I don't have to do a goddamn thing but sit around and wait to die