Every sick, fickle $#&@er
Childhood's what makes ya
Till they treat ya like tundra

Weigh those opinions
More like air than lead
Every planned occupation

Surefire disappointment up ahead
Till they treat ya like desert
See mirages of friendship, face turns read

Here's the soon to be anchor
Build bridges to nothing, you'll get nowhere
Every governor's mother knows

That their bread is buttered by Sam
And what about science?
they find proof and let you make your own decisions

Every childstar wonders
If they have a future up ahead
Every kindhearted banker

I don't think there is one
Every winning opinion
Stand on platforms in water

Filling jars full of silence you'll get nowhere