I'd Rather Make My Living in a Song

by Conor Ryan Hennessy

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released October 9, 2017

Photo credit: Bill Moschella

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Track Name: Vocal Warm up (Sylvie)
Get a little water Sylvie
Get a little water now
Get a little water Sylvie
Every little once in a while
I mean it
Every little once in a while
Don't you hear me calling?
Don't you hear me now?
Don't you hear me calling?
Every little once in a while
Don't you see me coming?
Don't you see me now?
Don't you see me coming?
Every little once in a while
I mean it
Every little once in a while
Get a little water Sylvie
Get a little water now
Get a little water Sylvie
Every little once in a while
I mean it
Every little once in a while
Track Name: Mr. Hennessy What's a Bicycle?
Mr. Hennessy what's a bicycle, is it something I can ride?
Is it Blue Tooth compatible? Can it Tweet, Share or Like?
Does it need a stupid dongle? Can it even hold a charge?
Said a little pug nose kid, with a tablet in his arms

When I was just a boy, even more than I am now
I'd ride myself to work, selling cigarettes downtown
On a 1970's steel frame with Italian leather bars
I'd laugh at all them fools in rusted Massachusetts cars

She had 27 inch tires, the old European size
Whenever I got a flat, the bike shop guys would roll their eyes
Yeah but that bike got me freedom, and it got me my first job
And that job got me a car, which in turn, got me a better job

But Mr. Hennessy what's a bicycle, is it something I can ride?
Is it Blue Tooth compatible? Can it Tweet, Share or Like?
Does it need a stupid dongle? Can it even hold a charge?
Said a little pug nose kid, with a tablet in his arms

And Mr. Hennessy, what's a book? Is it something I can play?
Does it plug into my Xbox? is it something I can play?
Is it the robot that my mother bought that vacuums up our floors?
Is it something I can play? Said a little girl staring into her phone

I remember J.K. Rowling, pumping books out overseas
We'd watch her crummy movies on big screens and on T.V.s
And we never understood why our teachers got real sad
When they saw all us kids reading British wizard trash

Cause the good stuffs in the authors, who didn't have deadlines
No - board of directors, no - all they had was time
Flannery O'Connor never wavered, Dostoevsky never strayed
From the funny sardonic truths we still encounter to this day

But Mr. Hennessy, what's a book? Is it something I can play?
Does it plug into my Xbox? is it something I can play?
Is it the robot that my mother bought that vacuums up our floors?
Is it something I can play? Said a little girl staring into her phone

Well all the things I did, when I was just a kid
Lighting Cincinnati fire kites in the landfill sandpit
Making hairspray potato cannons out of stolen PVC
Yeah, lighting shit on fire was the coolest thing to be

So I must be getting older, cause I'm angry all the time
I hate my stupid phone and social media alike
And the only reason y'all came out was a stupid Facebook post
instead of reading or riding bikes, we're all stuck staring into our phones

But Mr. Hennessy what's a bicycle, Is it something I can ride?
Is it Blue Tooth compatible? Can it Tweet, Share or Like?
Does it need a stupid dongle? Can it even hold a charge?
Said a little pug nose kid, with a tablet in his arms
Track Name: Two Problems
The skies are always whirling
And the globe's been getting hot
And there's something in the air that says
we ain't exactly what we thought
I been watching all them people
At the bottom of a whiskey cup
And they smile back and they plainly ask
Ya think heaven's really up?

I got a few problems,
One's a bottle that's too full
The other's when it's empty,
And there ain't nothing left to pull

Tommy Doyle was a good boy
He'd drink just like he talked
He'd sing and joke and gamble
The way most of you all walk
I got a phone call last weekend
Conor, Tommy boy's been dead
A Firebird took him back to God
I think that's what she said

I got a few problems,
One's a bottle that's too full
The other's when it's empty,
And there ain't nothing left to pull

Well they'll sell you on ashes to ashes
And they'll sing about dust to dust
And they'll brag about the gods they saw
On the dollars that they trust
And I ain't got the answers,
I ain't even got the time
I'm heading out, I'll see ya round
And we both know that's a lie

I got a few problems,
One's a bottle that's too full
The other's when it's empty,
And there ain't nothing left to pull

I've seen the angels grabbing pavement
I've seen devils wearing suits
A thousand surplus love affairs
And found barely any truth
Hens will cluck about the cars they want
their jobs, and something else
I can hear her squawking now about
Her housing and her health

I got a few problems,
One's a bottle that's too full
The other's when it's empty,
and there ain't nothing left to pull

I got a few problems,
One's a bottle that's too full
The other's when it's empty,
And there ain't nothing left to pull

Well the skies are always swirling
And this globe's been getting hot
And there's something in the air that says
We ain't exactly what we thought
Track Name: If
Well if I was a banker I'd be a bad one
And if I was a doctor I'd be broke
And if I was a lawyer, I'd have quite the reputation
Of wearing patched up jeans and a torn up coat

And if I was religious I'd be drunker
And if I's a politician I'd die from smoke
And if I didn't know no better I'd run off on the bum
Without tellin' anybody that I know

Oscar Wilde wrote bout living like an artist
And how an engineer's all an engineer could be
Well ain't it just a shame all them artists raised our rents up
When all their engineering fathers paid their lease

Well if I had a hammer I'd be famous
For singing older songs I barely know
To young urban professional, real go-getter types
Ya know, them golden boys and gals like all you folks

And if I played harmonica like Guthrie
I'd be a sugarfree Bob Dylan without a growl
I'd probably get more gigs, I'd probably kick against less pricks
But I could never jump a train good anyhow

And I once heard a drunk guy sing Irene goodnight
In a way that made me wanna die on the barroom floor
But when I turn my radio on and hear them billion dollar songs
I wanna die in a different way for sure

Well people think I'm joking when I'm singing
But in between these punchlines there's a truth
And when it's plainly said, well it kinda messes with your head
Instead, exchanging glances, you'll call me uncouth

But if I died a man of good persuasion
And all the damage I done, was to only me
Well when they laid my final bed, for that lonesome valley kind of rest
Well that'd be the greatest thing to be
Yeah that'd be the greatest thing

To be
Track Name: I Got to Know (A Woodie Guthrie Song)
I've got to know, yeah, I've got to know, friend
Hungry lips ask me wherever I go
All of my friends are a-fallin' around me
I've got to know, yeah, I've got to know

Why do your town lines segregate blood ties?
Why do your bus routes delineate caste?
How come there's gas and lead in our water?
I got to know, yeah I got to know fast

Why don't we spend more on homeless housing?
How come there's homeless here anyhow?
Fortunes are building, on wars and on killing
And I got to know, yeah I got to know how

I've got to know, yeah, I've got to know, friend
Hungry lips ask me wherever I go
All of my friends are a-fallin' around me
I've got to know, yes, I've got to know

What good work did you do, I'd like to ask you
To take my good money right out of my hands?
I built your big house to hide from my people
Why'd you start hidin', my president?

You've put us in jail and locked us in prison
Crazyhouse jammed, and your hospital full
Why did your cop shoot my unarmed protester?
You have to talk plain, cause I got to know.

I've got to know, yeah, I've got to know, friend
Hungry lips ask me wherever I go
All of my friends are a-fallin' around me
And I've got to know, yeah, I've got to know

People are dying without any healthcare
Big money goes where death missiles fly
Made by good workers paid in war dollars
And I got to know, yeah I got to know why

How come you're wealthy, healthy and well groomed?
How come you smile when you spit in our eyes?
This is the stuff of nightmares and movies
And I got to know yeah I got to know why

I got to know, yeah, I got to know, friend
Hungry lips ask me wherever I go
All of my friends are a-fallin' around me
And I got to know, yes, I've got to know
Track Name: Hey
I saw an angel on the corner, sunshine in her face
Her eyes all blue, blue and green and grey
And I said hey

And I aint too good lookin', but I'm some sweet womans child
I asked her how she's doing, she just looked at me and smiled
And she said hey

Well that was way back then, this is this here now
The truest love grows cold, we still see each other 'round
And we'll say hey

Give me fried fish when I'm hungry, Old Thompson when I'm dry
A woman when I'm lonely, and heaven when I die
And I'll say hey
Track Name: My Betrothed (A Kipling Poem)
Open the old cigar box, grab a Joya de Nicaragua
Things are running crossways, me and my gal are on the fringe
And I'd rather blow some smoke, rather go to my bed and choke
Than to listen to her talk, talk, talking, her talking makes me sick

Well we quarreled about Havanas, fought over Cheroot
And I know her as exacting, for she tells me I'm a brute
And I've been her servant of love, for round now ten months clear
But they've called me the priest of Cabanas, for round now seven years

Well there's peace in a Larranga, calm in a Henry Clay
But the best cigar an hour, is finished and thrown away
Thrown away for another as perfect, perfect ripe and brown
Now if I threw away my sweet heart I'd be run right out of this town

So it's open the old cigar box, grab a Joya de Nicaragua
Things are running crossways, me and my gal are on the fringe
And I'd rather blow some smoke, rather go to my bed and choke
Than to listen to her talk, talk, talking, her talking makes me sick
Than to listen to her talk, talk, talking, her talking makes me sick

Well my gal, she's pretty to look at, my gal she's a lovely lass
But the prettiest cheeks must wrinkle, the truest loves all pass
And the light of days that have been the dark of the days that are,
Well love's just as cold and stale, as what's left of a dead cigar

So a million surplus women, will surely get the joke
That a woman is only a woman, but a good cigars a smoke
And the gloom of my bachelor days, is flecked with a gleering light
of the stogies I have burned in this old boy's lucky life
to the stogies I have burned in this old boy's lucky life
to the stogies I have burned in this old boy's lucky life
Track Name: The Ballad of Hennessy & Fitzpatrick (The 8th of April)
It was the 8th of April when I laid my eyes upon her,
And she giggled and said Conor, Oh I've heard of you before
I said darlin' ain't that pretty like yourself, your pretty witty
Only darlin' what a pity, what you hangin' round here for

She said she had a friend who was seeing a no good drinker
And she came out for to see her, hoped she wouldn't stagger home
I said that's my man Fitzpatrick, he's a good boy when he's after
But before a drink he'll snap ya, leave ya laying on the floor

Well at that her eyes did glow, and I should've played the coward
But I felt a higher power and I took her by the hand
And we had walked around the corner and she pulled a handgun on me
Said Hennessy your wanted, and so is your drinking friend

So it's 7 months in Dedham with the no goods,
And 13 more if I keep proud
I ain't sayin I wouldn't have done the same
If only had I known,
Well If I had only known
I would've left that Boston town

It was the 8th of April when I laid my eyes upon her,
And she smiled and said Conor, Oh I've heard of you before
Had I known what I know now, I would've split the whole damn town
I can hear her voice still now, layin on the jailhouse floor
Track Name: She Don't Want Me Round No More
She don't want me round no more, she don't want me round no more
Sold my soul to the package store, she don't want me round no more
Gave her my heart, she's giving me a bill for rent

Well I flew off the handle bout an hour ago
I was screaming so loud, nearly smashed my phone
Walked up Brighton, straight to the L
And a half pint of whiskey put on it's spell
When I got back, all my stuff's laying on the porch

My guitar, my dreams and all them bottles
'78 Puch with a torn up throttle,
Lenovo Thinkpad, 2005,
and my crushed up spirit layin' by it's side
She kept the $300 Tiffany's bracelet

She don't want me round no more, she don't want me round no more
Sold my soul to the package store, she don't want me round no more
Gave her my heart, she's giving me a bill for rent

Well I went up the street, I thought I had a friend
Could I use your couch? Cause I could use the rest
'Said something bout a $100, I said
It's dangling around the wrist of my woman now, bub
He said if you don't got dollars, boy you don't make sense

Well I huffed, and puffed and sorta roughed him up
His gal came round started calling the cops
I dropped my stuff and I started to run
Cause I don't trust no man with no gun
At this point all I had was my guitar

She don't want me round no more, she don't want me round no more
Sold my soul to the package store, she don't want me round no more
Gave her my heart, she's giving me a bill for rent

I went to Tedeschi's all out of tobacco
All I could afford was some rolled up hassle
I went outside, lit a match on the curb
I always blow smoke when I feel hurt
Started singing this song in the baritone you hear now

Sooner or later, a crowd gathered round
Singing and hollering, boy what a sound
Bums were handing me vodka nips
And a girl eased up to me with ruby red lips
Said come with me boy, I'll make you feel at home

She don't want me round no more, she don't want me round no more
Sold my soul to the package store, she don't want me round no more
Gave her my heart, she's giving me a bill for rent

Well that girl I met turned out batshit crazy
Loose in the tooth she had two eyes lazy
17 cats, jumping over bottles
So I screwed the pooch, and went down to the Model
It's that hipster bar right behind Twin Donuts

There I met my girl and her bracelet
I told I loved her, and how much I meant it
She rolled her eyes and said: "Do you really?"
I said "I'm homeless hon, I'd do anything"
'Slapped me 'cross the face and I move back home

She don't want me round no more, she don't want me round no more
Sold my soul to the package store, she don't want me round no more
Gave her my heart, she's giving me a bill for rent

Now my hometown, just and intersection
Four liquor stores to a church, you betcha
Lots of trees and plenty of lakes
And lots of time to make bad mistakes
Wouldn't you know it there ain't a goddamn girl around

Take it from me boys, it ain't worth it
She want ya to go dancing you just twerk it
She want more money man, you just fork it
She want ya quit drinking man, you just cork it
Cause I'm broke without a gal, and it's mighty mean

Cause I'm broke without a gal. and it's mighty mean!

She don't want me round no more, she don't want me round no more
Sold my soul to the package store, she don't want me round no more
Gave her my heart, she's giving me a bill for rent
Yeah, I gave her my heart, she's giving me a bill for rent
Track Name: Greener Pastures (A Dylan Weinand Song)
Get me out of this dirty old place,
I'll get out of bed but not today
Get me out of this town

Sun goes up, sun goes down
Haven't had a drink for three days now
Get me out of this town

Greener pastures, can be found
We'll find them someday
They're scattered all around
Illuminated, atop of snowy ground

We're gunna drown ourselves
In whiskey, beer, and anything else
Quit worry'n about your health

Block it out,
Don't think about it that'll help
And it it'll happen all the same

Greener pastures, can be found
We'll find them someday
They're scattered all around
Illuminated, atop of snowy ground

Months have passed now,
Pain outlasts, how slowly can it fade?

Seems like another life,
So cozy and bright, as snow turns to rain

Greener pastures, can be found
We'll find them someday
They're scattered all around
Illuminated, atop of snowy ground

Greener pastures, can be found
We'll find them someday
They're scattered all around
Illuminated, atop of snowy ground
Track Name: Dachshunds & Condos
I knew a girl, and she said it was her greatest dream to
Buy a dachshund, and more out west, and
Buy a condo, and I sort of laughed, and
We're not together anymore

(Cause) I'm not one to be early for a court appointed
Little meeting, I can't make rent and
When I do, well it's hardly on time
And that's not an attractive quality to have

How much would it take?
To break the chains that pull the weight?
Break the pains and soothe the aches?
A whole lot more than you could pay
A whole lot more than you could pay,
Don't even act like you could fake
A clever way to fix them things
That make this earth go rock and shake
No career in program management
Could ever let you do that

People like to tell me about the way they vote, and
They really like it, they like the way it sounds to
Vote correctly, and I'm not sure that they understand
Just how voting really works

Those same people, they'll talk about their jobs that
They've acquired, the way in which they pay their bills
Is endlessly important, as if they couldn't understand
I'd rather die than pay another bill

And how much would it take?
To break the chains that pull the weight?
Break the pains and soothe the aches?
A whole lot more than you could pay
A whole lot more than you could pay,
Don't even act like you could fake
A clever way to fix them things
That make this earth go rock and shake
No college education could ever let you do that

I guess the point is, these problems y'all complain about
Are never really solved, cause we're all just kinda flailin' round
And Susan's got a wedding, and your car's been on the fritz
And Boston's still a segregated town

I'm not unhappy, no I'm not even that sad,
I'm just, I'm sort of weary, of people who'd rather have
a dachshund and a condo, a wallet full of greenbacks
Than another drink my bar-tending friend
Track Name: Why Don't Millenials Buy up More Diamonds?
Why don't millenials buy up more diamonds?
Why don't they're parents just give em some gold?
Don't they know that precious metals
Retain their value right till ya choke?
Why don't they know how to play the stock market?
Why don't they build up their own house of cards?
And pull from the bottom, and watch them all fall down
Black ones and red ones, all broken hearts

Why don't they drink less, and save up their money?
They'd be go-getters if they went without vice
Why don't they lend out their hard worked at money?
And gain a percentage from children and wives?
Why don't they swindle their friends and their family?
And get them to borrow and owing them more?
Why don't you people just get with the program?
Shake down your people, get'em real poor

Why don't millenials buy up more diamonds?
Why don't they're parents just give em some gold?
Don't they know that precious metals
Retain their value right till ya choke?
Why don't they know how to play the stock market?
Why don't they build up their own house of cards?
And pull from the bottom, and watch them all fall down
Black ones and red ones, all broken hearts

I've met go-getters for evil or virtue
And I've met the broken with a similar chance
They'll buy and buy to appear like go-getters
Go-getters all laugh and they charge in advance
Why don't you start up a business for profit?
Why don't you seize what's rightfully yours?
Go to the bank and laugh all the way
They're selling a joke and the butt of it's yours

Why don't millenials buy up more diamonds?
Why don't they're parents just give em some gold?
Don't they know that precious metals
Retain their value right till ya choke?
Why don't they know how to play the stock market?
Why don't they build up their own house of cards?
And pull from the bottom, and watch them all fall down
Black ones and red ones, all broken hearts

These questions I'm asking all beckon an answer
You'll hear them answers, just round all the time
Radio, internet, jokes on the T.V.
The laughing gets louder the higher you climb
Ladders get kicked down as soon as they're put up
Glass ceilings get smashed and promptly installed
Imagine the good we could accomplish
If ya helped up another instead of watching'em fall

Why don't millenials buy up more diamonds?
Why don't they're parents just give em some gold?
Don't they know that precious metals
Retain their value right till ya choke?
Why don't they know how to play the stock market?
Why don't they build up their own house of cards?
And pull from the bottom, and watch them all fall down
Black ones and red ones, all broken hearts
Pull from the bottom, and watch them all fall down
Black ones and red ones, all broken hearts
Track Name: What Was Their Names? (Did You Lose a Friend on the Minimum Wage?)
What was their names, tell me what was their names?
Did you lose a friend on the minimum wage?
Tell me, What was their names, tell me what was their names?
Did you lose a friend on the minimum wage?

When you grow up inner city, it's awful hard to find work
Around public transportation, so you'll need a car that works
Without a car that works, it's awful hard to get a job
Or get yourself a home, or escape a landlords jaws

Tell me what was their names, tell me what was their names?
Did you lose a friend on the minimum wage?
Tell me, What was their names, tell me what was their names?
Did you lose a friend on the minimum wage?

It's hard to get an education when you've got to pay them bills
The way those college kids work, Jim it makes me mighty ill
They'll regurgitate an answer, at 40 grand a pop
With a smile on their face that says they've never met a cop

Tell me what was their names, tell me what was their names?
Did you lose a friend on the minimum wage?
Tell me, What was their names, tell me what was their names?
Did you lose a friend on the minimum wage?

I've got friends who went to college, I've got friends who peddle drugs
I've got friends who live in mansions, I've got friends in prison walls
I've got friends who teach psychology, friends in H-V-A-C
If you don't know 'bout that last one, you're more privileged than you think

Tell me what was their names, tell me what was their names?
Did you lose a friend on the minimum wage?
Tell me, What was their names, tell me what was their names?
Did you lose a friend on the minimum wage?

There's problems all around you, I don't wanna make you scared
Just wanna level head ya, maybe make ya more aware
You won't find it on the news, you won't find it in your phone
You'd only get an answer if your family lost their home

Tell me what was their names, tell me what was their names?
Did you lose a friend on the minimum wage?
Tell me, What was their names, tell me what was their names?
Did you lose a friend on the minimum wage?
Track Name: The Tragedy of Leaves (A Bukowski Poem)
I awakened to dryness, and the leaves were all a dying
the potted plants gone mellow, and yellowed a waxy corn
And my woman was all gone and the bottles like bled corpses
And sang to me their uselessness in extraordinary form

But the sun was still good though, and my landlady's note
Cracked in fine and undemanding yellow
What was needed then was a comedian of sorts
An ancient style, absurdist painful fellow

Sure, cause pain's absurd, sure cause it exists
Nothing more I shave with an old razor
The man who had once been young and said to have a genius

But the tragedy of leaves, the dead ferns, and potted plants
And I walked that triple decker, with all my money spent
And the landlord execrating, sending me to hell

With her fat and sweaty arms, screaming for that rent
Because the world, had failed us both
Track Name: Boston Belles
My B.U. belle, I love her well
My B.U. darling, my B.U. belle
When the sun don't shine, well I'll make her mine
My B.U. belle, my B.U. Belle

She's a real good student, Jack that's a fact
She'll take her schooling, and croon right back
All them answers, all them truths
My B.U. gal, whats a boy to do

My Harvard belle, I love her well
My Harvard darling, my Harvard belle
When the sun don't shine, well I'll make her mine
My Harvard belle, my Harvard belle

She'll take her classes, and come back home
She'll give me lectures with a whimper moan
About women's studies, and intersectional thought
And I've got the syllabus to that young girls heart

My Simmons Belle, I love her well
My Simmons darling, my Simmons Belle
When the sun don't shine, well I'll make her mine
My Simmons belle, my Simmons belle

My B.U. belle, I know her well
And my Harvard darling, and my Simmons belle
When the stars do shine, I'll make em all mine
My Boston belles, my Boston belles
Track Name: I Guess They Got Trouble Too
I was laying in a bed with a gal I met
I asked her how she made her rent she said her parents did that
Well I guess they got troubles too

I guess they got troubles too boys,
I guess they got troubles too
I guess they got troubles too girl,
Them wealthy student, bourgeois blues

I was walking up and down on a Linden Street,
I was waving at them broke kids and they waved back at me
Cause I guess they got troubles too

I guess they got troubles too boys,
I guess they got trouble too
I guess they got trouble too girl,
From Linden Street, until B.U.

I was getting off the train down by Tremont street
I saw the MBTA police smack a woman to her knees
But I guess they got troubles too

I guess they got trouble too boys,
I guess the police get trouble too
I guess the police, they got trouble on their mind
They got trouble in me and you

I was laying in a bed with a gal I met
I asked her how she paid her rent she said her parents did that
Well I guess they got troubles too
Track Name: Woke up This Morning
Well I woke up this morning with cigars and a whiskey
Woke up this morning with cigars and a whiskey
Woke up this morning with cigars and a whiskey
Lord, lord, lord I'm feeling fine

Well I traveled this world over, a thousand miles or more
And whiskey and cigars for breakfast well I had never thought before
But I woke up this morning with cigars and a whiskey
Woke up this morning with cigars and a whiskey
Woke up this morning with cigars and a whiskey
Lord, lord, lord I'm feeling fine

Well I woke up this morning and my gal made breakfast
Woke up this morning and my gal made breakfast
Woke up this morning and my gal made breakfast
Lord, lord, lord I'm feeling fine

Well I traveled this world over, a thousand miles or more
And I never saw that woman cook, so today's been a pretty good score
Yeah, I woke up this morning and my gal made breakfast
Woke up this morning and my gal made breakfast
Woke up this morning and my gal made breakfast
Lord, lord, lord I'm feeling fine

Well I woke up this morning, put my eight hour shift in
Woke up this morning, put my eight hour shift in
Woke up this morning, put my eight hour shift in
Lord, lord, lord I'm feeling fine

Well I traveled this world over, a thousand miles or more
And a boy without an eight hour shift, well he's off to jail for sure
Yeah, I woke up this morning and put my eight hour shift in
Woke up this morning, put my eight hour shift in
Woke up this morning, put my eight hour shift in
Lord, lord, lord I'm feeling fine

Well do hope this world will get better
And we can all enjoy life's simple pleasures
We'd all get breakfast and work eight hours
Lord we'd all be fine

And I've traveled this world over, a thousand miles or more
And if we worked together people, well we'd accomplish a great deal more
We'd all be waking in the morning with cigars and a whiskey
Waking in the morning with cigars and a whiskey
Waking in the morning with cigars and a whiskey
Lord, lord, we'd be allright
Track Name: I'd Rather Make My Living in a Song
Sometimes I'm better off, others I'm absurd
For example last Friday I was bombed
And when I get to drinking I get thinking of the ways
I'd rather make my living in a song

Cause a song it has a point, a tight meaning and an end
And in the end everyone applauds
And lately I've been thinking if I'm living to my end
My ending might as well be just a song

Nine to Fivers like to laugh and cry and shout and scream out loud
And their cars all need a good kick in the tires
They've got reason in their scheming in their dreams for better jobs
yeah, their dreaming just depends on getting hired

Getting hired locks you down, in a quiet clammy town
And the years roll by in silent, staggered groans
And by the time they've realized their dreams have come and gone
They wonder what it is they could have known

But their songs all have a point, a tight meaning and an end
And in the end everyone applauds
And when they wake up early, to get to work on time
They're wondering how much working is too long

The God we all trust, or know to not exist
Has a funny way of telling us the truth
It's written on our dollar bills we use to get a grip
In a market not affording many fools

And the market never lies, it just soars and roars and rises
Until it burns and crashes on us all
And when we pick it up again, the Brahmin make a toast
All for one, to us is worth them all

And their songs all have a point, a tight meaning and an end
And in the end everyone applauds
And they check up on their bank accounts, and hum along in time
And omit the parts about em being frauds

Sometimes I'm better off, others I'm absurd
For example last Friday I was bombed
And when I get to drinking I get thinking of the ways
I'd rather make my living in a song

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