Black Friday Blues

Come and paint my Friday blues in colors of your greedy soul Let me buy my whining child solutions burning oil and coal In our mortal coil, in the tilling of the soil In the terror and the toil, we have become embroiled We are frail out in the cold, so afraid of growing old So we do as we are told, until we're bought and sold Trampled down at 5AM, there's not enough for everyone Gather 'round the wishing well and suffocate inside the throng As you drown in the pile of the furious and vile There are fistfights in the aisles for miles and miles If you were lonely before, now you're no more, no longer sick and poor We all got problems to solve, lives to devolve back down to base mechanics Under sway of pay, you proclaim you found your way You pretend like you're ok, as you pray and prey On the creature in your soul, scared to death of growing old So you do as you are told, until you're bought and sold