Hook
You work so hard but barely get by/
You got real dreams but you scared to try/
Say you too unprepared, that’s a lie/
Always just barely miss paradise/


Verse 1
The paradox of paradise/
Come down to a pair of dice/
Pack a parachute, expect turbulent skies/
With just a pair of shoes, you’d be paralyzed/
They all disguise the truth/
It’s all a Roose so I’m Bolton/
Faster than Michael Porter at Father Tolton/
I need a jolt to my system, maybe just a re-set/
Realistically, how many do we get?/
In order to survive, learn to live with regrets/
Like Jon Snow with Ygritte/
Or Ned Stark with his head/
Or George Bush with the debt/
Don’t sweat, just yet/
Not a reason to be upset/
The elite are a subset based on descent/
More rare than others subsequent/
You can still pay your rent/
Make a dent in your retirement/
1 percent’s not a requirement/
That’s what they all said/
That’s what they all said/

Verse 2
Just turned 34/
Overtime Overtime, cuz you need More More More/
More More More/
Just had a kid, your wife wants More More More/
More More More, More More More/
Get home from work, it’s Chores Chores Chores/
Chores Chores Chores, Chores Chores Chores/
No sleep tonight, your wife Snores Snores Snores/
Snores Snores Snores, Snores Snores Snores/
A Bachelor’s in Humanities?/
Did I lose my sanity?/
Gonna drain out the Liberal bullshit/
And listen to Hannity/
Had nothing handed to me/
I’m a hard working American, damn it!/
Pull up my bootstraps until I strike oil like Jed Clampett!/
If I fail, I clearly didn’t work hard enough/
Or I’m not tough enough, too focused on that art stuff/
Won’t blame anything on hard luck/
Not the GOP way to regard stuff!/

Verse 3

I’m 75/
I’m too old to drive/
I’m too old to swallow my pride/
I wasn’t right/
I could never reach paradise/
No matter how hard I tried/
It doesn’t add up/
Why does everything divide?/
Every conversation with my daughter seems forced/
Ever since her mother and I got divorced/
At least she speaks to me, unlike my son/
Who would like to greet me with a gun/
His youth wasn’t fun/
And it’s my fault/
Too busy to play ball or play catch/
Tryna stave off bills and taxes/
And a marriage as prickly as a cactus/
The fact is I did my best/
It wasn’t enough/
My son didn’t write the test/
But he’s the judge/
I showed him the good stuff/
Without the price/
Resented me as soon as he realized/
I lied about paradise/