Too Weird for Words
Sitting on a stone in a cellar full of fear
Collapsing in the lapse of luxury
My mind's dried up from this week's tears draining out of me
You've got to make that living
Ain't that what they say?
Make that living
Lots of bills to pay
Got to push your wares where no one cares that you're so far away
From the thing that keeps you pushing every day
Too weird for words
Sometimes it's just too weird for words
Must be for the birds
Too weird for words
Wouldn't you know my tongue has lost its taste
The sheep and cattle feasting 'round the clock
I cannot even fathom how much food must go to waste
While poverty sits dying on the dock
Too weird for words
Sometimes it's just too weird for words
Must be for the birds
Too weird for words
You've got to make that living
Ain't that what they say?
Make that living
Lots of bills to pay
Got to push your wares where no one cares that you're so far away
From the thing that keeps you pushing every day
Too weird for words
Sometimes it's just too weird for words
Must be for the birds
Too weird for words
Sitting on a stone in a cellar full of fear
Collapsing in the lapse of luxury
Collapsing in the lapse of luxury
My mind's dried up from this week's tears draining out of me
You've got to make that living
Ain't that what they say?
Make that living
Lots of bills to pay
Got to push your wares where no one cares that you're so far away
From the thing that keeps you pushing every day
Too weird for words
Sometimes it's just too weird for words
Must be for the birds
Too weird for words
Wouldn't you know my tongue has lost its taste
The sheep and cattle feasting 'round the clock
I cannot even fathom how much food must go to waste
While poverty sits dying on the dock
Too weird for words
Sometimes it's just too weird for words
Must be for the birds
Too weird for words
You've got to make that living
Ain't that what they say?
Make that living
Lots of bills to pay
Got to push your wares where no one cares that you're so far away
From the thing that keeps you pushing every day
Too weird for words
Sometimes it's just too weird for words
Must be for the birds
Too weird for words
Sitting on a stone in a cellar full of fear
Collapsing in the lapse of luxury
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Writer(s): Stephen Shefferman
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