Vonnegut Busy

Of all the words of mice and men
 The saddest are, "it might have been"
 Of all the words of mice and men
 The saddest are
 I like for my shoes to look like they've been walked in
 My house to look like it's been lived in
 My car to look like a coffin that's been driven off a cliff
 My career like a non-stop graveyard shift
 Don't clean the crime scene cause time means money
 Don't need visine when my eyes seem bloody
 I see dead people, but who doesn't?
 We walk undercover, deadpan blending in with other human puppets
 Discussing nothing but the sports and weather
 If I stare long enough they all morph together
 Then I freak out, it'll blow my cover
 So I just keep out, no, we don't know each other
 I'm on the road to recovery, no GPS
 Hoist in my sails 'till the sea breeze rests
 Suck wind if you wanna player hate
 Day to day I use my fear of falling asleep to stay awake
 I appear psychic-like, but I'm not a psychic
 You're just predictable with no fight left to fight it
 If you write it they will come with a red pen and a tazer-gun
 Let's do something
 I like for my shoes to look like they've been walked in
 My house to look like it's been lived in
 My car to look like a coffin that's been driven off a cliff
 My career like a non-stop graveyard shift
 I sift through the ashes in search of surviviors
 Digging up the Earth filling urns with dirt
 For what it's worth I'm richer than the cemetary soil
 I use slant drilling to get my midnight oil
 I've been moonlighting as a daydreamer
 I'm at the wheel of an eight-seater, (hey) hey mister gatekeeper
 Call me key master, no, home owner
 One, two and to the three and to the foreclosure
 They said the war was over, but we know it wasn't
 They wanted more soldiers so we said "sure, fuck it"
 Here's a fresh batch of people with setbacks
 The poor folk, in fact they're all broke cause of your debt traps
 Picking the pockets of people who probably needed assistance most
 Selling them lies, selling them out, sending them off to a distant coast
 Telling them anything anyone left with impossible debt is receptive to
 Breaking a promise of negative worth like "buddy there's nothing left for you"
 Gotta buy buy buy to stay alive, they punish the payment delayed
 Then they charge you for the low balance then they ask "why didn't you save?"
 Too long we took it on the chin, too long we took it to our grave
 Now we take what we can get, fuck an unlivable minimum wage
 Do something
 It might have been
 (Do something)
 It might have been
 Of all the words of mice and men
 The saddest are Vonnegut busy
 Do it, do it - mess up my mind (Vonnegut busy)
 Do it, do it - mess up my mind
 Sometimes I shoot myself in the foot, I put my foot in my mouth
 Clean it while it's there, and then i suck the bullet out
 Reload the weapon, now that's conservation
 Stay locked and loaded in a bad conversation
 He making blank statements like the circles of your ammunition's finite
 Visionary nothing, you're a man who lives with hindsigh
 Return to the hive mind and call me back
 I'm predicting early that you'll be the Monday morning quarterback
 So, cocksure in a culture that gangs up on bully-types
 Mob mentality, as if that isn't what a bully's like
 Inspiration strikes like an union
 I write these lines just to cross 'em, I'm concluding
 If my mama don't wanna she never has to work again
 You never asked me why I spread myself so thin
 I'm finna flirt dirty with the pen and flick my tongue on this bottom
 I promise writer's block ain't never been a problem
 I'll probably make the columns wanna pop bottles of pain relief
 Sometimes it's what you don't say that says the most to say the least
 Idle feet are the Devil's fetish club
 A highly exclusive spots none of us are members of
 Dante is a scrub - we kicked him out the van and steamrolled him
 In 2010 we had a couple dreams stolen
 Me and B. Dolan relocked and reloaded
 When it feels like you're going through hell, keep going
 And as they say may the bridges that we burn light the way
 I like for my shoes to look like they've been walked in
 My house to look like it's been lived in
 My car to look like a coffin that's been driven off a cliff
 My career like a non-stop graveyard shift
 Do it, do it - mess up my mind
 Do it, do it - mess up my mind
 Vonnegut busy