Pop Song

I’ve been staring at the ceiling
Searching for some word that rhymes with how I’m feeling
Someone feed the fishes
Someone clean my car
I can’t keep up on the dishes
While I wish upon a star
Someone save my soul
I’m a slave to rock and roll
Please, politicians, preachers, pray
Give us wisdom, teach us right from wrong
Oh yeah
I’m too busy trying to write a pop song
I’ve been chipping at this sculpture
Hoping his gigantic hands will heal pop culture
Someone raise the wages
Someone fight the fight
I’ve been speaking with the sages
In the middle of the night
Someone save my soul
I sold it to Billy Joel
In the middle of the…
Please, politicians, preachers, pray
Give us wisdom, teach us right from wrong
Oh yeah
I’m too busy trying to write a pop song
Please, Mother Nature’s on her knees
Read the paper, see what’s going on
What’s going on
I’m too busy trying to write a pop song