Song to Sing

White flag waving
I give up
Take me home
I wasn't made for this
This place made me hate
It made me make believe
I get paid to be
The man I thought
I was made to be

I made me make me hate
Make me take the pain
Buried inside me and made a tape
Taped a "play me" sign
On the tape's case
And mailed it air
To the airwaves to play it

I waited patiently
Prayed and paced
And prayed more
And stared at my radio's face-plate
And swore every time
A song that I didn't record
Came on, on the radio

All this waiting's making me go crazy
Blame and waiting's only making me insane
Somebody pinch my nipple
And wake me
Take me home
I give up
Give me a white flag to raise
And I'm gone

We all got a song to sing
So sing along on the count of three
We all got a song to sing
So sing along on the count of three
We all got a song to sing
So sing along

I'm awake
And wasting days daily
Chasing change
In an apron
With my name printed
On a label
Made with a label maker
Stuck on the name tag
Pinned on my left tit

And even though my name is facing you
I still remain nameless
Like Jacob's rap name is
Every painkiller I take
Fails to kill the pain
Killing me when I wake up
And split the drapes
Wishing today was a day off
From my low paying job
So I can spend the whole day on my sofa
Complaining about my low pay
Meant to support me til my old age

When I'm broke, old, and grey
Alone, broke, and frail
Closer to the day
When these old bones are buried
Deeper than Tone Loc's tone
Let's get it over with
Dig a hole
Get me some nice clothes to wear
And I'm gone

We all got a song to sing
So sing along on the count of three
We all got a song to sing
So sing along on the count of three
We all got a song to sing
So sing along