I Can't Take It Anymore

I walk in circles like the fool. Surrounding life and eating gruel

Considering the golden rule, I've lent the world a hand

Conceited in my poverty, I criticize those over me

And scoff at all their history. They'll never understand

I grew up wise within myself, with disregard for mental health

My visions of the greatest wealth brought minstrels to my door

They sang of truck stops on the moon, and of trying to get there too soon

Without the help of Woody's tune. A hero's dreams of war

And I'm sorry if it startles you. I can't take it anymore

A ghost is in my Fridgedaire.It's looking for the midnight air

And it clamors in a sad despair because death is losing ground