[Verse 1]
Thereās 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 youāre lucky to be alive, but youāll never be the same.
And I canāt help but think [that] between this and your bills,
that youāre gonna lose that job - while your momās on those pills.
And I canāt help but think that youāre running out of options,
and I mourn for your son ācuz you canāt afford this.
[Chorus]
Jesus in a lawn chair
takes the day off
ācuz he donāt care
that they took all
of your healthcare.
Love thy neighbour,
fund thy warfare.
An American wet dream
is a nightmare.
Donāt you worry,
youāll be a trillionaire
if you get on up
and rise and grind.
Iāve 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:
youāll be here a month or more.
My knees hit the churchās floor,
in the little chapel down the hall -
you and me against it all.
So Iām helping you out
ātil youāre back on your feet
and I wonāt let you drown
but whoās gonna help me?
Itās every man for themselves -
so they raised me to think
this aināt no land of the free,
itās a godless country.
[Chorus]
Jesus in a lawn chair
takes the day off
ācuz he donāt care
that they took all
of your healthcare.
Love thy neighbour,
fund thy warfare.
An American wet dream
is a nightmare.
Donāt you worry,
youāll be a trillionaire
if you get on up
and rise and grind.
Iāve been working my whole life.
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