Being human

Being human makes me sick
I hate it here as much as anyone else
This place seems to be made for hatred

 I hear the killing on the radio, daily
And I want to cry each time
But I can’t spare the tears

I try to count my blessings
All I can think is…
Damn I got lucky, damn lucky!

Almost makes ya believe in karma
But I don’t deserve any of this
Feeling ungrateful and gluttonous
In the land of plenty

America, America!
God bled his face on thee
On dollar bill, to dollar bill
From oil to gasoline

And that old bullshit too
I can’t stand to hear any more of it
I’ve seen too much, to feel that way
(The way they want us to feel)

I’m too old for that now,
Save that capture the flag shit
The for kids who aint never
Creamed their undys yet