Working Class Zero

I never thought I'd be working as a line cook at a popular seafood restaurant in Iowa [ed.-Fresh seafood in Iowa? How is that even possible?] at the age of twenty-seven. The way my generation was raised, I thought I'd be President of the Universe by now. But what my hippie Christian parents forgot to tell me was not everything is possible with love and support. You need a balance of love and discipline to grow up a fully-functioning adult. Oh well. My time will come.

Working Class Zero

As soon as you’re born they tell you you’re great
A unique individual, not worthy of hate
Till working class jobs are your only fate
A working class zero is nothing to be
A working class zero is nothing to be

They love you at home and they praise you at school
Say you can be the biggest fish in the pool
They tell you they trust you—no need for no rules
A working class zero is nothing to be
A working class zero is nothing to be

Now they’ve raised you and praised you for twenty-some years
Then they leave you alone to pick your career
Now you’re all alone, you’ve got nothing but fear
A working class zero is nothing to be
A working class zero is nothing to be

Keep you up with their pills, their drinks, and TV
Now you think you’re so clever, so witty and free
Till you crash all alone and need therapy
A working class zero is nothing to be
A working class zero is nothing to be

They’re room at the top, they are telling you still
Now you must learn how to get up that hill
But you’re left at the bottom, so swallow your pill
A working class zero is nothing to be
A working class zero is nothing to be
If you want to be a zero, then don’t follow me
If you want to be a zero, then don’t follow me

But you’re left at the bottom, so swallow your pill
But you’re left at the bottom, so swallow your pill

It's time for me to take my medication now.

Peace.