Why We do It

It's because we all want to feel good,

this charade, standing at counters for pay

that we struggle to do what we should.

And all the w****s and the bartenders could 

not help but to down us in their lush sway.

I'ts because we all want to feel good

that good men will fail, and children would

fail to learn the lessons of yesterday

That we struggle to do what we should.

There has got to be more to this manhood.

There has got to be some other way.

It's because we all want to feel good.

Who put this brain inside my skull could

have--must have concluded it okay, 

that we struggle to do what we should.

And all of this life's idiotic weight

could not breech forward and callously say:

It's because we all want to feel good 

that we struggle to do what we should.