Folk Singer Lyrics

The devil works hard but he doesn't work a nine to five

And he made drugs but he doesn't need em to feel alright

Just a kid barely keeping on the lights in their eyes

And I've killed myself a hundred ways a hundred times

My neighbor bought a gun that he's not too scared to show

But he's too scared to talk to people he doesn't know

Came from a town where only the crabgrass grows

There's a mass murder column in the paper right next to prose

And I do feel bad about it but I don't wanna know

What I heard on the internet and on the radio

Maybe I'm too young to catch a break but I'm getting too old to throw

But that's just how it goes

Oh god I think I'm slipping in the red again

Spending all this money I don't quite have yet

Am I a consumer or a Good Samaritan

I'm gonna steal from the self checkout line instead

And I do feel bad about it but I don't wanna know

What I heard on the internet and on the radio

Maybe I'm too young to catch a break but I'm getting too old to throw

But that's just how it goes

But that's just how it goes

But that's just how it goes

But that's just how it goes

Now I don't feel bad about it

When I got nothing to say

Are you not entertained?

Folks don't have favorite songs of mine

They have favorite complaints

Are you not entertained?

I'm just absorbing content

Like someone benefits from it

I'm just absorbing content

Like someone benefits from it

Don't think I've ever felt innocent

For my whole life I will pretend