Counting Down the Days (Folk Album)

 

Intro (Who Will Be Their Customers?)

This can be a nightmare

This can be anywhere

Spiraling down ever closer

to a life of apathetic regret

Do we care anymore?

Do we even give a shit?

As prices rise and wages sink

We are being farmed

Corporate think tanks agree

The average person can be replaced

By automation and offshore workers

but where does that leave us?

These are just questions

That we need to be answered

Social issues are important

But what if we all starve?

Welcome to the nightmare

Welcome to the new depression

As long as the stock market's good

Nobody seems to give a fuck

Wall Street is more important

To the rich than main street

But if we're all starving and desperate

Who will be their customers?

Who will be their customers?

When they get what they want

Who will buy their shit?

Counting Down the Days

A generation of the desperate

Yearning to be free

Raised on corporate slogans

Do they know what freedom means?

Microplastics in our brains

Endless war on our screens

We're counting down the days

Until we can all be free

What does freedom mean?

Is it freedom from complacency? 

What if all it meant was

freedom from consumerism 

We've been counting down the days

We've been counting down the days

We've been counting our lives

Until we are all free, whatever that means

If freedom means doing what we want

Maybe we should want something

We're all hamsters on a wheel

The rat in the maze at least has a goal

A generation aimless and broke

No house, no car, nothing to own

Subscription model scams for everything

How do we get out of this trap?

Electronic Plantation (by Jello Biafra)

Ya-Ha-Ha

Ho Ho Ho

Shipped your job to Mexico

But we got plans for all of you to re-train

Pit the whole world against each other

For who will work for the lowest wage

The rest of you can die

As epidemics rage

Worked hard all your life

Now you must go on line

And stare all day

At a little plastic screen

Electronic plantation

Electronic plantation

Same old job

Now you’re just a temp

Less pay, no benefits

No raise, no vacation

Or sick leave days

Chain the slaves to the oars

Faster, faster, row some more!

In carpel tunnel caverns

Til you break

We monitor you all

Every time you leave your chair

Or talk on the phone

One minute overtime

At the toilet

And you’re fired

Electronic plantation

Electronic plantation

Only use we’ve left for you

Is burn you at both ends

Locked in the research triangle

Shirtwaist fire’s flames

Lot’s of people need your job

And you can be replaced

Replaced

Replaced

Unemployed and overqualified

Strikers who gave their lives

Fighting for basic human rights

That don’t mean nothing anymore

Got you back down on the floor

Through the WTO

Rich get richer

Poor get poorer

Factory or PHD

You are all termites now

Laptop is your ball and chain

Til we downsize you away

Shop at home

Is your reward

Your best friend is a mouse

Electronic plantation

Coffee and Cigarettes

My life is a fucking mess

My house is a fucking mess

My future is a fucking mess

But I have coffee and cigarettes

Chain smoking lucky strikes

with a pot of Folgers coffee

is the only cure I've found for apathy

I need to find a new meaning

Coffee and cigarettes

are the only things I've found

That make life bearable

Coffee and cigarettes

my cars about to die

what about my nine to five

I'll have another cup of coffee

and another five cigarettes

I remember being a kid

And doing all the things we did

how did I end up this way

but it's myself who's to blame

We're a victim of our choices

Regardless of our circumstances

We're in control of our own lives

How do we regain control?

If anything is real at all

it's coffee and cigarettes

addictive personalities en masse

At least it's not hard drugs, I guess.

Don't Care

It's so hard to care about things

when you don't care about yourself

another weekend wasted

thinking about our regrets

Disorganized priorities

in a world of bullshit chaos

Dirty clothes and dirty hair

It's just so hard to fucking care

I don't care

You don't care

We don't care

So just fuck off

messy minds and a messy house

it's so easy to just give up

sleep all day on the couch

and just don't leave the house

we're dying in our own apathy

our complacency and our own ego

no connection anymore at all

who knew it was so easy for us to fade?

It is what it is and we just don't care

It is what it is and we just don't care

I don't care

I don't care

I don't care

I don't care anymore.

Bored and Lonely

I used to go to parties

Drink with friends and have a good time

Now I waste away on the couch

No ambition, no drive

No reason to go outside

No reason to do anything

Just chain smoke and watch YouTube

same old bullshit reaction videos

of movies I'll never get around to watching

I'm bored and I'm lonely

But I don't want any company

I'm bored and I'm lonely

But I want to be left alone

Video games used to be fun

Now twenty minutes and I'm done

I wish I could find some happiness

Feeling like compost in training

While I waste my life away

In some comfortable gutter

But it's okay, it's alright

Until the lighter fucking dies

And I'm forced to face the light

I'm bored and I'm lonely

But I don't want any company

I'm bored and I'm lonely

But I want to be left alone

Just leave me alone

Suburban Garage Blues

Excel sheets and data charts

is how I spend my time at home

in the garage on the weekends

instead of going out

Working to drown out the misery

The misery of my own existence

Loneliness and bullshit

That I've brought onto myself

Suburban garage blues

It Will All End Soon

I once had a love of my life

With passion, intensity, and flame

Walls I had put up broke down

Until she got wise and walked away

Now I'm broke, my heart is gone

Aimlessly drifting through the days

I can't get up, I can't wake up

from this self-imposed nightmare

It will all end soon, they say

You have to fight through it

It will all end soon, they say

You have to fight through it

I used to have friends that would call

Just to talk for hours on the phone

Now I'm surprised by a text message

I know communication is a two way street

But now I'm broke, and all alone

Living by myself in a too-big home

The silence deafens me

But now I can finally see 

It will all end soon, they say

You have to fight through it

It will all end soon, they say

You have to fight through it

I'm tired of fighting

I'm tired of trying

I'm tired of everything

It will all end soon, they say

Bring it.

Bitter Middle Aged Man

If youth is wasted on the young

What happens if you wasted your youth?

Why isn't anything fun anymore?

Why can't I see my way through this?

I'm a bitter middle aged man

Doing everything I can

To keep my head above water

And create a good life for my kids

It feels like I'm failing

Like I'm constantly drowning

Another overdue bill

And the car needs an oil change

I'm a bitter middle aged man

Doing everything I can

To keep my head above water

And create a good life for my kids

Was life meant to be this hard?

I was told life was for living

Was life meant to be like this?

Constantly running out of time

I'm a bitter middle aged man

Doing everything I can

To keep my head above water

And create a good life for my kids

I may be bitter, and I may be jaded

I may be the divorced dad stereotype

Just another overweight and underpaid man

In a world that has moved on

But I know my responsibilities

And I know what my kids need from me

I may be forever alone, it's true

But my kids need to see me win

I'm a bitter middle aged man

Doing everything I can

To keep my head above water

And create a good life for my kids

It would be so easy to end it all

To just give up on it all

But the thought my kids might think less of me

Keeps me in the here and in the now

So all of you bitter middle aged men

You should probably listen to me

I don't have all the answers, or even many

But we have to survive through this

I'm a bitter middle aged man

Doing everything I can

To keep my head above water

And create a good life for my kids

Keep your heads up

Keep the lights on

You never know when you'll be needed

I know you feel useless now

But keep your heads up.

Sleeping and Chain Smoking

I'm so tired

I'm so tired of being tired

I'm so tired of being wired

all the time

I'm so tired

I'm so tired of being tired

I'm so sick of all of this

all the time

So I fell asleep smoking

So I'd wake up on fire

Just to get myself out of bed

I'm so tired.

Chain smoking and sleeping

is my idea of a good time

Chain smoking and sleeping

There has be more to life than this

My ambition is gone

My career fucking stagnant

Paycheck to paycheck now

But really worse than that

I'm so tired

I'm so tired of being tired

I'm so tired of being wired

all the time

I'm so tired

I'm so tired of being tired

I'm so sick of all of this

all the time

It's okay, yeah, it's alright

I'm still fighting the fight

When I'm awake, at least

But I'm so tired

Some would call it depression

I just call it the way it is

I'm just bored, lazy, and lonely

With no escape plan

I will never retire

I will never get to stop working

I'll work until the day I die

And still be fucking broke

I'm so tired

I'm so tired of being tired

I'm so tired of being wired

all the time

I'm so tired

I'm so tired of being tired

I'm so sick of all of this

all the time

So now I chain smoke and sleep

In dirty clothes that fucking reek

My eyes are constantly heavy

But don't worry about me.

No health insurance, no future

Nothing to do when I get home

TV and games are boring

Nobody calling on the phone

Chain smoking and sleeping

is my idea of a good time

Chain smoking and sleeping

There has be more to life than this

I'm tired of living to die

But it's better than dying to live

So I've been told

Maybe I'm doing both.