Lyrics
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