Hey, boy -- why are you still living at home
Why do you celebrate your failures
With a glass of whiskey, on your wooden throne
Income -- I'm lucky just to fund each day
There's not really much to speak of
It all goes right back to sustain
And just when you're trying to move up
I'll come round
And I'll knock you right back down again
Outside -- the skies point to lands I'll never see
And all the havens in between
They are surely where I ought to be
Small house -- Life on my own, I must postpone
Nobody inside wants to be there
Life controlled by momentum and loans
And just when you're finally feeling friendly
I'll come round
And I'll knock you right back down again
Hey, man, perhaps you misheard one line in this song
But then maybe
Maybe that seems like a good idea too