Cold World 518
It’s a cold world
Being all grown up
Never letting the sunshine in
Nose to the grindstone every day
Mama can’t dance, Daddy don’t rock n’ roll
So maybe that’s why they don’t have a soul
Intellectual, Private Office Prick
You need Viagra to have a Dick!
Remember as a teen we’d all watch the clock?
Because at work, we didn’t give a fuck?
What if you set up your life to see it fall
A twister, flood, fire, or quake takes it all!
And how many toys do you need
When in the last century
Concern was mouths to feed
Do the Jones’ really see?
Celebrities could just go grunge
And let their money pile up
To leave it for a worthy cause
Surely then the world would pause
So these are my childish notions
Thoughts of mine will cross the oceans
And we can all play the game
Not in vanity-we’re all the same
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