Matty Frank - Folk Singer Lyrics

The devil works hard but he doesn't work a 9-5
And he made drugs but he doesn't need em to feel alright
Just a kid barely keeping on the lights in their eyes
And I've killed myself a hundred ways a hundred times
My neighbor bought a gun that he's not too scared to show
But he's too scared to talk to people he doesn't know
Came from a town where only the crabgrass grows
There's a mass murder column in the paper right next to prose
And I do feel bad about it but I don't wanna know
What I heard on the internet and on the radio
Maybe I'm too young to catch a break but I'm getting too old to throw
But that's just how it goes
Oh god I think I'm slipping in the red again
Spending all this money I don't quite have yet
Am I a consumer or a Good Samaritan
I'm gonna steal from the self checkout line instead
And I do feel bad about it but I don't wanna know
What I heard on the internet and on the radio
Maybe I'm too young to catch a break but I'm getting too old to throw
But that's just how it goes
But that's just how it goes
But that's just how it goes
But that's just how it goes
Now I don't feel bad about it
When I got nothing to say
Are you not entertained?
Folks don't have favorite songs of mine
They have favorite complaints
Are you not entertained?
I'm just absorbing content
Like someone benefits from it
I'm just absorbing content
Like someone benefits from it
Don't think I've ever felt innocent
For my whole life I will pretend