Bull shit
Homeless man with a landlord
Uncle Sam
Was a vet but he can’t afford
A place to operate when
Rent’s through the roof
On a pile of wet cardboard

Outpatient, impatient pet owners lining up
Birds, dogs, a fat man with his piss in cups
Drop em off if you’re lucky you can pick em up
Take what you can get and leave before you’ve had enough

Fake fucks indelible as a sharpie
Stamps and cards inedible as the concrete
Smile so your broken teeth show everyone
That you’re willing to kill yourself just to get a crumb

It’s too loud to have a conversation
Corrupted fuckers sell our information
Something’s in the water I can taste it
There’s a ghost in every speaker I swear or I’m wasted

Lighten up or live with the darkness
Quoth the old but I know they’re just heartless
One more fucking thing and imma start this
Yeah mom I’ll take out the garbage

Money money man pay me for this piece of shit
30% commission from the government
Public service I didn’t have to pay a cent
Panama papers were great for rolling cigarettes

In a tower lookin out the window
High enough that the riff-raff’s obscured below
Fuck God and country success is individual
The American dream is for me alone