everybody got a dream they stashed away
everybody got some letters from back in the day
everybody got a meter on their heads
everybody counting pennies ‘till they’re dead
everybody got a fear they’re not enough
everybody got a closet for the darker stuff
everybody fakes an inch or two one way
everybody’s just a pound or two away
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I hear you calling
scratching at the break of day
thought I knew something
but then it went away
it went away
everybody got a theory and a book
everybody in the government’s a crook
everybody got lied to and got teased
everybody got knocked down to their knees
chorus
and everybody wants to wake up
got an ache for higher ground
even when they’re morally bankrupt
even when they’re the evil that’s around
everybody got a moment where they’re bare
on the operation table, when they start to lose their hair
everybody wonders where they came from
everybody knows where they’re finally going