My friend Marcus, he sleeps in my ba!@&(t
And his father touched more than spirit
Now he can hardly sleep, sleep


My friend Marcus, he's got such an ego
I beg him oh daily to let go

Find your father and find your meaning
Please


I don't give a good %#@! if your lonesome
I think that you should go home son
Find your father and meaning


Now I can see
You mean everything to nothing

Now I believe
You mean everything


Now I can see
You mean everything to nothing
Now I believe

You mean everything

My friend Marcus, he works on a train set

And I still can't move off my broke track
He's helping me find my meaning
Eventually and hopefully we'll see


And now I believe
I mean everything to nothing

Now I believe
I mean everything


Its funny how many don't know
How many don't have a home
It's funny how many don't know

How many don't have homes
oooooh