Make your excuses to the dead,
I'm down in the dumps.
I feel so tired,
And so alone,
And just sort of pathetic, you know?
I hear some mental asylums are pretty nice.
You can get maid service,
Porn on demand,
Cause, you know,
The crazies need stuff like that...
Didja hear about David Beckham?
He's getting 250 million for playing for five years?
250 million...
That could cure homelessness in a country.
That much money could solve most of the world's problems.
Find a cure for AIDS... or cancer...
Maybe we should stick all those managers in the crazy house eh?
So we've established soccer > life...
What else can I say?
I walk around the streets sometimes...
And me being me, lol,
Well, let's say I see a lot of people in the crazy house.
Whether they know it or not...
And now, we got people crying about school,
About friends and family,
And every damn thing.
I remember, in books and stories,
Back then,
When people didn't cry as much,
And their tears wouldn't water their hands.
It seems just like a legend now,
A time past,
When women could walk freely
Without fear of rape,
And children could play until dusk,
And people could breathe clean air,
And abortion wasn't needed,
Because people were responsible.
250 million...
You know, money is really the root of evil.
It has corrupted us,
It has turned us against each other,
It has made us irresponsible...
But anyways,
Not my place to judge, I'm not exactly
Perfect.
Back in the day,
When slavery wasn't there,
When racism never existed...
Where man was created equal,
And discrimination was
A foreign concept.
Odd, isn't it then?
If we were to plot a graph of our decline,
In a year, we're going to die.
Sorry about the math interjection.
But looking back...
When did we lose so much faith?
When did man turn into monster?
When did people become a plague?
I fear tomorrow,
Because I have seen today,
But love yesterday.