I'm sick of working for a living

I'm just ticking off the days 'til I die

I miss you Louise

And the sickest little pleasures keep me going in between pulling teeth

I've been looking for a ladder

But the leaders of the free world

Are just little boys throwing stones

And it's easy to ignore 'til they're knocking on the door of your homes

My thinking isn't driven

But the music always gives me a lift

I'm so easy to please

But I think we dropped the baton like the 60's didn't happen. Oh no.

Should be looking for a ladder

Passing the gun from father to feckless son

We're climbing a landslide where only the good die young