Waking up to see
Waking up to see gold
It happens all the time
Grab the cart to flee
Grab the cart to behold
Nothing but the grime
I see nothing but the grime
I see nothing but a crime
Crawling through the yard
Crawling through the lawn I feel on guard
Look towards the wise men
Kids like noble bards
With their soiled deck of cards I am ashamed
I am one of them
I see nothing but the grime
I see nothing but a lie
This is how it works
This is how you show up with a smirk
Happy for my stay
I always wished for work
But not some bumbling pointless clerk
Have it in a way
I see something that is grey
I see, have it in a way