Wednesday, December 8, 2010

Cheshire Adams - Conundrum (lyrics)

(dated the end of September of 9)


People who don’t want to share
Impose their rules on those who do
If you just want to take it easy,
Well that’s just too bad for you
We gotta run like a pack of sled dogs
You step out of sync, get cast into the cold
If you survive until the end, you’ll be set free
To be pain-wracked, worn and old

It makes me not too keen on living
But I sure don’t want to die
Life could just be so much better
It makes me cry

Soulless sheep forsake the world
For goods that appeal to them
They see a member of their own kind
And somehow mistake them for an ATM
But I ain’t no bank or mint now
Never was, and I’ll never be
But they wear their legal shades ‘round
So that they don’t have to see

It makes me not too keen on living
But I sure don’t want to die
It makes me stew in stupefaction
And wonder why

I’ve learned of societies of yesteryear
Who could join their hands in song
They worked together and got on just fine
Until the white man came along
No antidepressant can bury the angst
Brought on by what we’ve become
Is there a chance at all for humanity
Or shall we beat the funeral drum?

It makes me not too keen on living
But a good life need not die
We can drown here in our sewage
Or we can fly

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