Lyrics

I wish you could feel what it's like to be where I am
Like Ellsworth Wareham
Minus 70 three hundred sixty-five day spans
Keep it mature and grown-up and adult and professional
Not immature like a hoe or an adulterer or the overly overtly sexual, you perverted specimen you
I took off my glasses, it's true
Because this mask was putting gases on those lenses of two
I serve the beast way too much
I'd rather be alone and healthy with good stress than working deep with decent people but wasting my time with bad stress that aches in the mind for more paperbacks than I need to sustain my own life
But it works out I guess
I don't work to death or workout to death
In this pandemic era you seem to need a job not just for money but as much so for a social life
And you definitely need a social life to go through life
So as long as there are jobs out there the economy will be just fine, alright?
So when the next superbug comes to scoop you up
Whether it's from a feathery chickadee or a leathery slippery eel
You better be healthy, you see
You better eat healthy, you know what I mean?
Your salvation is not outside of you
It is already inside of you
Extinguish that other bad side of you
Open your third eye, it's tried and true
No one starts out bad until they let demons in and deny the truth
Let me begin to supply the youth, older ones too and you with what you need to know for the seed to grow
You already know if something is wrong or if it's right
Any amount of wrong will rock the foundation of life
How much do you want to place in your life?
Remember that whenever you say no to that which is wicked and bad to the bone
You will never be battered, damaged or scorned
Rather, you will be handed the crown, land in the throne and bask in the promised land with God