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