When my body gets up out of my bed

I'm always singing in my head

I am lucky

There are people doing what they do best

Simply cleaning up the mess for the rest

I'd say their lives are not in their hands

They're just doing what their bosses demand

I'd say take your boss in your hand

And squeeze it until you hear this sound

I was always having trouble keeping body & soul together

I would bury my chin in my chest

But no one would ever dig it out

And so put my mind at rest

Why do people never say what they mean?

Why do people just repeat what they read?

I'd say are lives are not in our hands

We're doing what our guts demand

I say take our guts in our hands

Before they turn the earth into sand