I’ve got a place to stay ’til Halloween
My rent’s paid if you know what I mean
For a minute I can sit and breathe free
Maybe I can take a little bit of time for me
Maybe I’ll go buy a twenty bag
Maybe I’ll go drinking at the Golden Stag
I’ll need money, got to get some
Just a little for the months to come
Right now I gotta scrimp and save
Gonna work myself to an early grave
I wouldn’t miss a minute
Nah, in the papers I’d print it
If all around you is struggle and strife
Relax and know that this is life
Overcoming obstacles
Melting problems like popsicles
Every monkey’s got to find his next meal
Even for the single-celled this is the deal
Throughout life you will overcome many struggles
Food, warmth, and procreation: basic needs we all juggle
This modern life is more complicated
With social problems more complex than what I’ve stated
I’ve slept in Luxury hotels and in ditches
And I’ve been with angels and evil bitches
I learned even high-class people have high-class problems
And like the rest of us they can’t always solve ‘em
We all just keep plugging away
Wishing for some impossible day
Where we live happily ever after
Prolly the only one who did was the Zen master
And even he had to deal with pain and frustration
As the kids next door fucked with his meditation
He takes a deep breath, does the best he can
This, they say, is the measure of a man
Don’t waste time crying
Better to keep on trying
Can’t say how to do it
Gotta deal with my own shit
But give it a shot
And while you’re at it smoke some pot
From: Baby’s Book, by Stephen Handlin copyright, printed with permission
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