Dream of Modern Man

The homeless lay spread before our eyes
Sometimes we believe in our own lies
There are mostly rich and poor
Barely middle class no more
Now the struggle's for a piece of bread
Forget lawn tools in the shed

As we toil every morning, noon and night
No way on earth the Haves will see our plight
So pick up your guitar, and light up your cigar
There's nothing new under the sun
Just new distractions make us run

To buy a lot more shit we do not need
Lots of legal drugs to make our wallets bleed
If one more time I'm told
That my bladder's way to bold
Then all will know that in my pants I've peed.

When the jig is up might think of what you gave
Your fortune matters little in the grave
So share what you can spare
Get out of your easy chair
If you take yourself to task you'll find
As the years fly by there's little time

So catch and throw as hard as you can
You only get this one short life span
Make every moment count
Read books and scream and shout
It's the thousand year old dream of modern man

©2008 Gary Mackender, ASCAP