Fiddler On The Roof - Sandpeople

And I don’t need a job to get the dues paid, but I do need to get paid in a

regular way before doomsday

The rent comes too late.

It’s employment or inspiration, and it’s a rude

awakening when you don’t get paid for your labor

But I must have it all wrong 'cuz my heads sick, obsessive compulsive I wash my

hands of your stresses

But it takes less with to get highly *can't make out what he says here*,

and acceptance- is it worth the adjustment of my sentence?

So if you’re human than I am.

And if you’re not human you better hurry and

teach me how to be like that

I’m starting to stop — the Earth is more than just a parking lot — and part of

me thought, I should figure it out before my arteries rot

My thoughts get complex, unlike your nonsense

I hope the power doesn’t go out my wardrode is electronic

Forever walking on the surface of the quicksand, my sonnet forever resonates

with hi-hats, snares, kicks and…

If I were a rich man I’d put down the fiddle and get off this fucking roof.

(Get off the fucking roof)

If I wasn’t a sick man I would act more civil or at least in front of you.

(In front of you)

If I was a perfect man I wouldn’t need vices, but I do.

(But I do)

And if I was a simple man I wouldn’t speak like this, but I do.

(But I do)

If I want war man with nothin' to lose you’d be envious of my strings while I’m

cuttin' 'em loose

I’d rather cut into you (Bleed!) for all the people starving

This is what we mean by trickle down economics

You’re counting the commas found left at the decimal, I live within the decibel

to find a higher conscious

Turn conflicts and convicts to convalescence

It’s all dogma’s, dog chains, and brand name depressants

We’ll scare the messenger, but we’ll kill the message

A truly brilliant man would learn to live with less shit

Preach my leftist perspective to the lame right wing, and when developments

arrested then we’ll finally find peace

Sit on top of the wave and think you see the whole sea, don’t realize just

below you lies 20,000 leagues

There’s not enough ends to provide our means

The life.

I hate you.

The Mo-B.

Peace

I slave away day after day and put my dreams to the side

I got.

mortgage payments, my seeds almost 5

I’ve got everything that I need to survive, but corporate America’s killing my

soul make me believe in a lie

And I’ve got no reason to try.

to better myself.

but at least I’m a guy who’d

reach for the skies.

and sever myself.

From all the bull shh that goes down

around me.

And believe me, all the bull shh that surrounds me ain’t easy.

to block out, sometimes I want to walk out, and give it all up…

like a boxer that’s been knocked out

To count to 10, in my ears is like counselin'

The teachers in high school said I’d never amount to shh

And that’s fuel to the fire.

A person like you, could never have a clue why a

person like me don’t take it lightly, and what I’m gonna be is like… me