[ Featuring Abandcalledrocketsurgery ]
Asked my friend just the other day
How was it going
As he talked he looked through me
He wasn't all there
Said while he's making some money
Someone takes it away
Spends all his time working
As the days slip away
Well it doesn't make sense
These days there's nothing for sure
Seems the best you can hope for
Is the same of some more
What good is any of this
If you can't just be
What good is any of your freedoms
If you're not free
What good is all of this justice
That's too blind to see
With all its talk about fairness
Seems unfair to me
Well who the hell are they
To tell us what to do
They're made up like clowns
On circus day
What good is all your religion
If it leads you to fight
What good are all of your schools
If you don't know what's right
What good are all of your views
If you're not really there
What good's the memories you've got
If you just can't share
The more that you grab for
The less that you get
So when will you ever learn
That you gotta let go
Its troubling me
The future I see
Our inside is out
And our upside is down
No it doesn't make sense
These days there's nothing for sure
Seems the best you can hope for
Is the same of some more
Same of some more
You've gotta let go
Same of some more
You've gotta let go
Same of some more
You've gotta let go
You've gotta let go
