The sun may shine,
but the world isn't bright,
and the worst isn't over.
We got the bums on the street,
and the wack job government.
Shitting on each other,
you did this and you said that.
They say no money, you got no game.
No game, no fame.
Haters hate more
and lovers love less.
But the sun still shines,
and the moon does rise.
But too soon do we die. |