it goes one for my life, i guess
and two for it's struggles
three for those past due bills
another for my troubles

i came to grip long ago
with only knowing what i know
with having no more room to grow
with acting in all of their shows

i'm catching motion sickness
running back and forward
towards back again
and i've already seen the very end

life has become the payments
the late rent
sideways views
of the pavement
lying about how my day went
when it goes bad because i work hard
and i'm left with all of my change spent
while they promote the next guy
and keep me locked in the basement

lets hear five for the ulcers
that leave me rotting for the vultures
and give me six
for everything else that makes me sick...