slightly on the off track

Oh lovely, oh comely
the draining absence
oh straining existence
oh anti fulfilling work
oh greenbacks and silver worth's
oh rapid descent into babbling hell
oh new clothes and hair gel
oh free man forced out of life
holding onto what made it all right
can't give up memories not even with drink or dope
not with war or crime
no matter what, fucking or crying
la la, la lada la la, da da da, ladadada da

my restlessness drives on the spearhead of a nations comfort
my anger is not resolved in the black and white bureaucracy
the daunting tasks of living dim the nature of the soul
and I am forever in a silent mental clash

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