You’re a lonely alcoholic

With a tendency to whine

Well you speak it

And you drink it

And bore us all the time

Say you drink out of your sorrow

For you’ve got no one to love

But tell me

Who could cuddle up

To a lonely alcoholic

You’re a stressed out single mother

Who has clearly been harassed

Well you can’t predict the future

For you can’t erase the past

Cuz your baby is growing

Anywhere but up

So join the line and get the dole

For the stressed out single mothers

I’m a mediocre writer

Who sings all of the time

Writing songs about misfortunes

And other peoples crimes

Oh they say that I am doing

My duty to the world

Or you could say that that is onerous

I’m just craving to be heard

Please tell me who will listen

To the problems of our lives

There are kids who just don’t eat enough

And men with many wives

If we’re all together screaming

Why can’t we make a sound

Oh cuz the dirt on which we’re stepping

Is the one in which

We will be found