The modern racket

The modern racket
Hey my friend how do you do today?
The suns burned out and the skies a pale shade of grey
Our ambitions of adventure are so calmly misinterpreted
Hey my friend what should we do today?
And I don't know why I still try

I go around told but I do what I want
Passion turns to action turns to making a few lousy bucks
This careless philosophy might just be the death of me
But I do what I do and you don't what you don't
And I don't know why I still try
Hey buddy old pal what has been new with you?
The moon is twice full but the darkness has you so blue
You're expectations are overwhelming but not just for you
but me too
Hey buddy old pal I've had it up to here with you
And I don't know why I still try
This modern racket rattles us around like a noisy truck
It's success is just as tempting as to not give in no filthy fucks
The dirty jokes are selling like gold on a rope
Yes this modern racket rattles us around with no hope
And I don't know why I still try