Pencil Pusher

Push that pencil, it's all for nothing They tell you life must be this way Alcoholic, a bit neurotic You beat your woman cause you're not gay What's the time? What's the time? I've grown to fat and much too old Lost the strife, lost the strife 9 to 5, existence sold Midwife crisis Baby don't cry, the baby don't breathe Midlife crisis He walks the line on white collar feet Take your spawn and right your wrongs You punish them with all your sins on your sleeve Dust that cupboard, it's all for love You know your pain is worth the wait Big boy Harvard will go off to college You can leave that fag, take back your name Dream, your child is how you beat death Gleam, this boy embodies your mind and flesh What's the time? What's the time? I sit alone and watch my soaps Lost the strife, lost the strife I slit my wrists, drink red merlot Midwife crisis Baby don't cry, the baby don't breathe Midlife crisis He walks the line on white collar feet Take your spawn and right your wrongs You punish them with all your sins on your sleeve My son hits the floor Wiping blood from his face Beloved was my soul Before he took my place Run and hide while you can Time will find and catch your red hand Birth the nightmare that brings you to shame Cut and beaten for a laugh What did you think he'd grow up as? Strength Hate No Pain Push that pencil, it's all for nothing They tell you life must be this Dust that cupboard, it's all for love You know your pain is worth the Push that pencil, it's all for nothing They tell you life must be this way