Good Food

You're done spending your money,
I just wanted milk and honey
You took our world to the shoots.

Why is everyone so poor?
Why is everyone so sore?
Why did I need your money, dude?

Was it not you who made it bad
Who made everyone so sad
So I'll just eat my good food.

I shouldn't have needed your money, dude.

My dad's a good man
And he doesn't understand
That I don't need your money, dude.

But so he doesn't get so poor
I'll just hold my hand out more
While my books sit for sale and just stew.

And if you don't pay me
I'll go out on the streets
And leave my dad with his wealth and pule.

I was just a tad too late
So I will starve at the gate
Like Lazarus, and die with no food.

Why did you make me sad
Why did I get so fat?
Was it not because you were so lewd?

You took every cent I had
And you hid it in a bag
And you made me get high on some tunes.

I don't need you.