Over 16,550,841 people are on fubar.
What are you waiting for?
The rest is what they are to me.
They're not pretty but they're what I want to be.
I'm tired of dragging myself along at the back of the pack.
I tired of thinking leagues ahead of the simple human track.
What is that light? Is it something coming?
No it's the party with a standard war drumming.
They march on the weak to feed their breed.
They cut out every chance we have to be free.
By we I mean the sick, the sick like me.
By sick I mean the people who see like me.
Dripping faucets and shadowed ceilings hang above.
The bills, the pills... It's just a little shove.
Right?
Not like me it's a full force kick.
Another lousy day another righteous prick.
Stick in the air like smoke from a fire.
Do what you want. My mind stays higher.
Say what you will about faking this life.
At least I'm not faking a bunch of strife.
Call each other all day with new schemes and ploys.
Watch each manager play with all of their toys.
I have to ask after all that's been done.
Who's healthy here and who's the sick one?
