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What?s His Problem

He sits alone in his house
With a cat curled on the couch
That doesn?t like affection

For dinner it?s the same
Beans ?n weens a glass of coke
And then it?s off to work

He puts on his uniform
Tries a smile upon his face
To make himself look happy

But he don?t like his life
You say, ?ain?t that nice.
He ain?t dead so what?s his problem??

He gets into work and gets yelled at
For not wearin his hat in
Again

And so here it is again
Another day of can I take your order
Please sir?

Folks in the SUV
Wonder how the boy could be
So unenthusiastic

Off to their weekend cabin
They talk among themselves,
?Well he?s not dead so
What?s his problem??

Another grease burn on this arm
The pain goes deep down to his soul
We take in so much
Are we ever full?

He gets home late from work
Throws his clothes in a big pile
And lights them on fire

He?s not goin back tomorrow
Cause he knows what?s in the secret sauce
And they be comin to get him

Comin to get him
Better run boy
But he?ll be fine
Because his cat can fly