All Got Sick

It was a minimum wage for a day

And it felt great to be above myself

And just a little less afraid

And then I parked my ass in a van

Where I sat and I thought about death and shit

And then it all got sick

We all got sick

And then we left our kin

Heads set on obstinate

To make it all make sense

Sat alone in a nest

With our backs to the insects

And saying home was a mess

But we loved it in excess

Without wheels in the mud

Grind it out till your season comes

When the flies tie into your blood

You'll all get sick

And then you'll leave your kin

Heads set on obstinate

To make it all make sense

We were strapped to the seats

For a couple of weeks

Took a nosedive on average

Never felt like defeat

We were experts at loss

But it was course for the cause

'Cause for a time, we were matchsticks

For a couple hundred sad kids

We're all still sick

Set out to lead our kin

Heads set on obstinate

And now it all makes sense