Good Day

Now you’re on your own there’s no looking back, Freedom at your fingers, Until we stab you in the back, Or you have a heart attack, What we should have mentioned before setting off, Is dreams are kind of reserved for, The teens who have a knack, For being conceived by rich dads, So if you believe in something, We’ll let you try for nothing, And if you’re out of things to do, Just do what the others do, And if you feel dread when you wake, Just say, hey it’s gonna be a good day, Debt’s almighty god that’s a certain fact, Weening you off Jehovah, And slowly bringing in the crack, Plus we’ve got Jesus in the back, Conformity’s the function of celebrity, Pumping up the volume, So you leave feeling like Jay-Z, But simultaneously lay-z, So if you believe in something, We’ll let you die for nothing, If you believe in nothing, We would have achieved quite something.