Look me in the fucking eye and tell me

That working for millionaires

In exchange for minimum wageIs a fucking privilege

I′ll be okay

I won't ever have a job like that

Or at least I hope not

And I buy whiskey with money from the government

′Cause they don't give me enough to pay any rent

So I sit in my grandmother's house and write stupid fucking songs

I only hope I get to do it somewhere else tomorrow

And I insist

This life is a life worth living

So close to freedom I can taste it on my lips

This is all I′ve ever wanted

To stand in a room

And shout along to my thoughts just like this

I apply for jobs to get everyone off my back

But if I ever actually get one I have no idea what I′d do

I'm not lazy I′m just doing what I want to

So why aren't you

Trying to make something more of your life

Life is what you prevent them from making it

I know it′s hard

I may not feed myself with this guitar

But if I end up sleeping next to it

On the tracks out by the showgrounds

That's fine by me

So what am I supposed to do

When the world pushes me away

And tells me that I′m the one to blame?

So what are we supposed to do

When the world pushes us away

And tells us we're the ones everyone should blame?

So what am I supposed to do

When the world pushes me away

And tells me I'm the one to blame?

Well I′m not going to live in their cage

So put me in a van

There′s gotta be a way

For me to escape a life as a slave

Maybe I'll write some songs that people wanna pay for

Save up some change

For food every day

And enough left over

For me to make my way

To the next place

A life on the run is better than the one they have for me here

And I swear

This life is a life worth living

And I′m so close

So fucking close to being free

Working in a bank was never an option

It's not a matter of choice for me

This is the only way of life for me