two dollar special
We stand in life’s line waiting to pay our bills
Eyes clouded over looking for a cheap thrill.
The waiting is endless; so is the line.
Sometimes it seems like there’s only fines.
How many lines, how many days,
How many fines do we have to pay?
The firmament lights the star studded way.
We’re walking with feet stuck in god’s clay.
The two-dollar special costs two forty-nine.
Two dollars will put you in a box made of pine.
I got all the world's time but it ain’t enough.
Selection is endless but it's not the right stuff.
Invisible checkout man can’t hear what you say.
Just keeps repeating, “Have a nice day”.
You make eye contact but it’s a big mistake.
He calls security to make sure you didn’t take
The two dollar special porterhouse steak
Costing two forty-nine because of the earthquake
When everything melted right down to the bone
And there was sweetness in the air from broken bottles of cologne.
How many bottles of perfumed air,
How many candles without a prayer,
How many oaths end in a swear,
Where’s Ginger Rodgers and Fred Astaire
When every road needs dancing to take you somewhere?
How many lines, how many days,
How many fines do we have to pay?
The firmament lights the star studded way.
Were walking with feet stuck in god’s clay.
The two-dollar special costs two forty-nine.
Two dollars will put you in a box made of pine.