They’ll give you just enough to stay afloat but never enough to swim away



You’ve given it your all and then some more

 bill collector made his bed at your door 

You thought the hoops and loops would end for you

But now it’s happening to all your grandkids too

You can be anything and go everywhere 

But you’ll smell like shit within a week out there

So you take your pen and write your congressman 

But your return address changes once Again 

So you guess you’ll pray and join the local church 

But it’s Another dead end in your search

It’s funny, it’s the same thing we’re all looking for

But by the time you ask for help 

Your bloated body has washed ashore

Wouldn’t it be nice

Just to swim?

You thought the hoops and loops would end for you

But now it’s happening to all your grandkids too

You can be anything and go everywhere n  go 

But you’ll smell like shit within a week out there