The babies are sick
The money has found an end
My right leg has a trick knee
I dont know on who I can depend
The bright sun is out
But a dark cloud is about
I know I shouldn't pout
Maybe just hide on the couch
An empty feeling in my chest
I need more rest
Maybe this is just a test
This can't be the best
Don't want to walk
I don't want to talk
Can't stop the speeding clock
Maybe drive into monolithic rock