The Way Things Are These Days

by Nick Jaina

Momma scratched the pocket of a millionaire
it was easy to deceive you
I pretended that I didn’t care
the rocks they sling well they feel so soft
and the fists they fling you know they keep me aloft

that’ll tell you something
about the way things are these days
that’ll tell you something
about the way things are

I don’t have to sign up for a holy war

no words can change what I have done
no roots can hold the soil
if the rain wants it to run

that’ll tell you something
about the way things are these days
that’ll tell you something
about the way things are