[Verse 1]
There’s a mournful sound to passing trains
and helicopters overhead on the way to the hospital.
You crash your bike, 65 [miles per hour] on the freeway,
[They] said you’re lucky to be alive, but you’ll never be the same.
And I can’t help but think [that] between this and your bills,
that you’re gonna lose that job - while your mom’s on those pills.
And I can’t help but think that you’re running out of options,
and I mourn for your son ‘cuz you can’t afford this.
[Chorus]
Jesus in a lawn chair
takes the day off
‘cuz he don’t care
that they took all
of your healthcare.
Love thy neighbour,
fund thy warfare.
An American wet dream
is a nightmare.
Don’t you worry,
you’ll be a trillionaire
if you get on up
and rise and grind.
I’ve been working my whole life
an American life.
[Verse 2]
I guess when it rains, it pours.
I hear the nurses talk outside the doors:
you’ll be here a month or more.
My knees hit the church’s floor,
in the little chapel down the hall -
you and me against it all.
So I’m helping you out
‘til you’re back on your feet
and I won’t let you drown
but who’s gonna help me?
It’s every man for themselves -
so they raised me to think
this ain’t no land of the free,
it’s a godless country.
[Chorus]
Jesus in a lawn chair
takes the day off
‘cuz he don’t care
that they took all
of your healthcare.
Love thy neighbour,
fund thy warfare.
An American wet dream
is a nightmare.
Don’t you worry,
you’ll be a trillionaire
if you get on up
and rise and grind.
I’ve been working my whole life.
titsay
izzy806
gracieabrams
dailybridgerton
theartofmadeline
2087
