Csk yourself
Why aren't you doing great
Is it the government
Or maybe it's you
This is not a destination prize
You have just enough to get by
Not to get away
What a trip could that be
What a shame
What a trip, what a shame
The son of man sends warm advice
You should have left
When you had the chance
Oh no, you're sad, that makes him
Day by day
Roots grow deeper, you're building
Pretty things with blocks of shit
But now you wanna keep 'em
You can run
But can you leave your ache behind
The son of man sends warm advice
You should have left
When you had the chance
Oh no, you're sad, that makes him