It’s Saturday night in America and I feel like a native son
Stuck on prices, stupid vices, problems you won’t outrun
On Valentine’s Day down south get a flower for a gun
And plant it in the holy ground when the day is done
This body pit called Michigan is croaking out a curse
it gives a final death rattle and waits to hear the worst
if I could find and then divide the things I want and need
I wouldn’t be down on my knees regretting everything
Don’t fall in too deep
Jealousy
Desperately
Hopefully
We’ll be at war the rest of our lives
I found a job and it gets me by
I’m mired in virtual addiction
I’d start over if I wasn’t in debt
God we need some new material
Every day I feel nocturnal
I try to say something rational
it just dissolves into worthless babble
human life is cheap
it shouldn’t be
Desperately
Hopefully
Count your blessings
Let me sleep
Desperately
Hopefully