Detroit Social Work

I wish I had a reason for feeling how I feel
 I wish there was a purpose or a meaning or something
 I wish that when I did feel great, it lasted more than just a day
 And I didn't go straight back to feeling miserable
 And the part of brain that functions wrong, well I can't articulate it into a song
 But the day that it happens, I will retire from music
 And your mind is like a town with next to no funding
 No public education, garbage dumps, or policemen
 So your trash piles up all the way to the treetops
 And for the life of you, you just can't get that smell out of your mouth
 So you try and you try, you think you might die
 You swim through the wasteland, vomiting and crying
 Just to make it, just to make it, just to make it to the welfare department
 (Yeah, sure does hurt)
 (That's cool, I guess you could join up with us if you want)
 (Yeah, we're gonna go to the graveyard to write poems about death and how pointless life is)