From the recording Feeling Nothing
Featuring Chris McDonald of LNJ Sessions on the Harmonica and Mike Peters (My Father) on the Organ
Lyrics
[And in spite of that aptitude, he eventually dropped out of school. What a terrible waste.}
We go to college to get degrees
not for job opportunities
They say this paper means we’ll succeed
In life we all know there's no guarantee
We live with our debt, we’re never free
Our elders said this would be easy
But the world has changed and ain't because of me
I fall down. So down.
We’re running out of time
We ain’t got the time to waste
Moving at a steady pace
I won’t fall behind
Ain’t gonna be the last in line
Ever since I was a little kid I dream big
Always focusing on what I did
No time for negative thoughts or getting lost in the sauce
Never floating round in space like a wasted Astro-
Not today, I’m feeling okay
But my blood pressure spiking at 1.4.3.
Is it stress from what’s left of my dignity
Better yet I’m willing to bet it’s from the shitty whiskey
Or the late night bouts that I spent on my couch
Flipping through the channels never know what it's about
But I'm Hitting the high gravity and sweating it all outta me
The only future that I see is shattering my anatomy
But Damn. Another shitty night of sleep.
On repeat for what feels like eternity,
Instead of surfing through the channels I should be searching indeed
To find job for $20k with my masters degree
It’s catastrophe what they’re doing to us,
It’s blasphemy, they losing our trust
They dishing it out, we always catching the blame
They p passing their hats but they ain’t collecting from me
We’re running out of time
We ain’t got the time to waste
Moving at a steady pace
I won’t fall behind
Ain’t gonna be the last in line
