Wobbling (Pretty Grim)

Dawdling down Vine Street
I'm throttling my timesheet
'Cause salary seems whack to me
When I'll probably work till 9 PM
I'm a skip town, take a weekend trip
Skip Monday too, yeah I'm a call in sick
Wish I had a cutie pie to gimme a kiss
But I'm too screwed up so who gives a shit?

Wobbling down 9th Street
And I can hardly see, but it's light traffic
Better look both ways, it'd be quite a hassle
To get hit again, but it might happen
Work is lame and I've got no friends
Out in Los Angeles, Pretty Grim
Go to sleep, wake up, much to my chagrin
Another beautiful day - again and again and again

I'm tired of myself
I'm tired of this town
But everywhere is pretty much the same
If you never care to make it out the house
Life is short, what Cha waiting for?
Someone to die, leave you their crown?
That's not a plan, maybe I'll stand up
And make it out the house?

How 'bout

Readily, I'd make a change
But steadily I've become deranged
It's unsettling that pleasantries
Can be such a bitch, but I'll pretend
Isolation, intoxication
The sun is shining, I'm in the basement
Strapped to a gurney on a mental spaceship
Do myself a favor, It's time to face it

Society's ugly, it's all disgusting
Live in space age times with Stone Age minds
People living in luxury, others hungry and struggling
While the supervillains changing all the rules to make it fine.
I'm frustrated, impatient
These shortsighted, disgraceful
Fat, old, white men taking big payments
All I can do besides vote Is Scream for change, and

I'm tired of myself
I'm tired of these clowns
Turns out everyone is pretty much the same
When lobbies dangle funds to throw your weight around
It's horse shit, this means war shit
Burn the White House to the ground
Can't forfeit, ignore it
Or forget how out of bounds they've always been
God fucking dammit