Social Problems
by Eric Visnov
performed by Visnov / Brouse
LYRICS
There’s a place that I can go, take a trip and fix my holes
but i’m the only one who knows that game
somewhere that i have been, many times to love and sin
ohh, and i’m coming back again (yeah again)
In a moment you shall see, all the things you wanna be
but hey man are you exactly where you want
starting from the very end, and, all the same the day is spent
riding away headed for the sun
pennies in my pocket, and pills to cure my blues
the bullshit on the TV. thats being sold to me and you
policy is sickening, for which there ain’t a cure
and change is what you make of it, but i don’t see none in store
(I said now, Steady…again)
Listen in, so awair, things that are, and are not there
but don’t pretend if you won’t try to care
While i’m, waiting in the unpaid line,
for some bread but all my wine,
has been drank up by all the men in charge
Just in case there’s a trace,
trying to defend the human race,
and it’s safe to say one day this all will end