Campfire

Hey yo I feel haunted inside, all of the time, it's boredom, I'm bored of this life I'm sure that it's fine, it's normal but I don't want to turn your water to wine And I don't wanna form an orderly line, is that normal to me? What's abnormal is a corporate life, put yourself in a coma from the morning to five Small fries, small coke, small talk to the wife then put your brain in the box for the night We don't sleep cause we're stressed from the little things So we swallow down a fistful of fickle friends Scared to leave the small bubble that we're living in So we funnel the whole world into our living room Innocent folk imprisoned by their picket fence Your gingerbread home was built to keep the system fed Good citizens follow their leader to the bitter end And watch the vicars head the same direction that the sinners went Con, swindle, cheat, rob, trick, deceive Swallow the guilt, watch rinse repeat Look, I'd like to break the cycle just once and leave more than a lump sum for my loved ones There's a hole in my bucket, my bucket has got a hole There's a hole in my bucket, my bucket has got a hole There's a hole in my bucket, my bucket has got a hole Greedy little ape king tried to fill it with gold. (x2) That's one strange animal Look, let's go back to back before money was magnet force that we all attract towards Strange animal crawling from a shallow pool Watch the man evolve until the knuckles barely drag the floor Strange animal, belly full of hunger and a mouth full daggers drawn Watch the wooly mammoth fall Greedy animal, fill the sky with bullets for the planet's gold Watch the whole world become flammable Neanderthal with a born trait to have it all Battles fought over small change and barren soil Cannonballs and sword blades That had the lord's name written on them as if it wasn't for more gain Cro-Magnon holding a chrome magnum Robbing the folk's gold with opposable thumb magic Yeah it's like if we don't then we must have it Sometimes it feels like the globe has been spun backwards In the wilds of the supermarket aisles, where we hunt bargains like wilder beast Modern day cave men with his strange quest Days spent wandering the jungle for a pay cheque Well amen, more clutter for the cave then Fill the change tin, poor greedy little ape king Man it's boring at the top of the food chain We're trying to fill a bucket that leaks I can't wait til tomorrow when I feel good I can't wait til tomorrow when I feel good I can't wait til tomorrow when I feel good Wash rinse repeat. (x2)