Hope´ll set your eyes agleam Like four feet dangling in the stream But the Kingdom of God, it´s a pressure machine Every step, gotta keep it clean A mattress on a hardwood floor
Who could ever ask for more? I´ll get up and cut the grass Ain´t nothing wrong with working class
I, I don´t remember the last time you asked how I was Don´t you feel the time slipping away? It ain´t funny at all It´s gonna break your heart one day
Keep the debt cloud off the kids Only sunshine on their lids Jiminy Cricket and Power Wheels And memories of Happy Meals Sometimes I look at the stars And think about how small we are Sweating it out in the pressure machine Good till the last drop
Why don´t you say little things? Butterflies don´t just dance on a string It feels like you clipped all their wings And every year goes by faster than the one before
We´ve had that treadmill now for months I think she might´ve used it once If I shut my mouth and keep the peace She´ll cook my eggs in bacon grease Life´ll grow you a big red rose Then rip it from beneath your nose Run it through the pressure machine And spit you out a name tag memory