I don’t get this and I guess I will never get it
Why do some people have way too many bad habits
While they all seem to strive for the ultimate life
Way too many have to fight not to cross the great divide
You wonder why there’s riots, you wonder why they fight
Cause your job pays well and you sleep tight
You might think about the others, your sisters and brothers
Put yourself in their shoes, listen to their blues
Cause we’ve been through the cold, the storm and the rain
And you still got nothing to say, what a shame
What if the sun sets forever
Flowers stop growing
Season doesn’t change
And rivers stop flowing
What if birds stop to sing
And the stars burn out
White clouds become pink
Cause the world is going down
Would you still live in the same self-righteous way
Possessed by the fortune and fame?
Would you still complain?
Talk talk talk and got nothin’ to say
Wine wine wine anytime of the day
You got plenty of things and you still complain
Nothing is sufficient you never even care
You got plenty of things that you don’t wanna share
There are plenty of things that we cannot bear
Too many things that are so unfair
While you fix wholes with big bucks
We pick up penny’s to darn our socks
Till we bite the dust we work our asses off
Knowing that we’ll never really have enough
While you swim in the ocean of fortune and fame
We’re stranded in the desert in hope for the rain…