Living in Squalor

Oh I do what I like and I like what I do
I’m easily pleased and I’m pleased to be easy too
I’m up and I’m down but at least I’m around
Been here and been there but I still love this town, yeah
Since I was three I’ve been having the same dream
I’d start up a band, make a dent in a scene
I looked to the sky and I tried and I tried
And I did and I died and I’m never the bride, I fear
We’re living in squalor
We could not afford to go out or come home
The future’s in your hands
Whoever made off with our plans, come back
Oh I kill for the chaos, I thrive in the mess
The theory is that I know where everything is, yeah
I’m young and I’m dumb and I live in a slum
And sometimes I laugh at what I have become, yeah
The debts they increase as the prices they rocket
I’ve got champagne dreams but lemonade pockets
Curse the ups and the downs that my life brings around
Might be left but my rights all go diagonal up here
We’re living in squalor
We could not afford to go out or come home
The future’s in your hands
Whoever made off with our plans, come back
(Yeah!)
We’re just treading water
We know that we oughta make waves of our own
The future’s in your hands
Whoever made off with our plans, please come home