We Have a Lot to be Disappointed About

Dreams they never come they just come undone
All my sweaters shrank in the wash
Classic when you’re dead but now It’s bedroom pop
So I’ll run my car seat in the garage
Or drink myself to death yelling at the TV
Cause I’m too scared put a bullet through my head
Rivers coulda done another Pinkerton
But he made Hurly instead
Red hands
He’s just a business man
You’re the glistening light
We’ve all been praying for
You’re the golden ship in a
Sea of assholes
Shake hands
Will, I’m your biggest fan
Soft hands
You’re just a business man
Friends come out and drink and have a good old time
But it never seems to go anywhere
The numbers dwindle as they all get married and die
Rumors excite the air
We’ve all been pissing in the same damn pot
And we’ve all caught syphilis
So why can’t I
Rise above the rest?
I’ve got big plans
You’ll never understand
Break hands
I’m just a stoneage man
Don’t be disappointed
Don’t be so concerned
Pile up all the evidence
We need a flag to burn burn burn
Get out of the past, pull your head out of your ass
We won’t have social security
Kennedy was an inside job, the American dream is dead
This isn’t 1953
SO SO SO SO
So shake hands
The devil is a business man