There’s so much shit going down I don’t know what to say,

Money makes the world go-round, say so long to yesterday,

Take a walk outside, breathe in what they heave out as a waste,

May be a little funny in the way that it tastes,

So create a new way to alter the awful distain,

Paint a picture of this dysfunctional family’s growing pains,

Stick it up on the fridge, frame it up on the wall,

Plaster it all over town, yes the manor has its fall,

Crashing down, tripped and fell, over the lies that spilt,

Responsibility and anger can be felt rising from hell,

But what do I do know? I pack up my bags and leave,

Head down to the bright lights, the city to follow my dreams.