Lost Touch

Feet stuck in the mud Lord have mercy on your soul Shit whiskey in a gold cup You're immersed in it Broke every bone in your body just to fit into a box Lost touch like my pinky No more fingerprint traces It's worse when you Think that you got it all figured out Never even had a doubt Then the world ends, not flat, not round It's worse when you Think that you had her all figured out Then she spit into your mouth The game won't give no slack When a motherfucker stop putting work in I've seen good men Lose everything From retirement pension To each hair on their head They may say make lemonade But it's hard when your boss wouldn't piss On the flames that engulf you Let alone give a nickel in change For your grave when the jobs through Everything, everything, everything Everything, everything, everything Everything's ok Long as you live Long as you work Long as you listen Long as you pray Everything, everything, everything Everything, everything, everything Everything's ok Long as you live, long as you work, long as you listen, long as you pay Lived on top of the world in the past, but who owned that world And who profited off of your broken back? Who stole your soul Suck it up, bald baby, they're screaming from the tip-top Of a skyscraper, time is money like a Rolex wristwatch You a bitch on this prison block, seems that there's always gonna be A monster feasting off the salt of the earth, imposters leeching Off of weaklings that'll eat anything, that they feed them freely Is freedom still a thing that you believe in? Is freedom still a thing that we believe in I wanna believe that we are more than blind complacency Call it naive or just faith to humanity Everything, everything, everything, everything, everything, everything, everything's okay As long as you live, as long as you work, as long as you listen, as long as you pray Everything, everything, everything, everything, everything, everything, everything's okay As long as you live, as long as you work, as long as you listen, as long as you pray