Every day he's writing
The same four words
"Never mind, it's worthless"
His voice was never heard
Every day he's waiting
To be let off his leash
The cake is on the table
He's starving for a piece
And it's true
The world is round, the world is blue
He counts his blessings, so should you
And when the world comes crashing down
No, you won't hear him make a sound
Every day he's working
Working on a plan
To overthrow the system
With bottles and cans
Every day he's watching
The cars passing by
In the sprawling city
His mind goes awry
And it's true
The world is round, the world is blue
He counts his daily revenue
And when the world comes crashing down
No, you won't hear him make a sound
The world is round, the world is blue
He counts his blessings, so should you
And when the roof comes caving in
He will be cleansed of all his sins