Cosmo Jarvis - Wealth Care lyrics
[Cosmo Jarvis - Wealth Care lyrics]
And a father would die for his kid
Children are dying for nothing
‘Cept mankind is a capitalist
If you messed up your own situation
Then maybe it’s right you're in fear
But, if chance gave you terminal cancer
It’s wrong you get charged to stay here
And at least a neanderthal person
Would die in an ignorant way
But now we know more about our lives
Lives we’d be sick not to save
And if having no money’s the problem
Then money’s what everyone needs
Maybe we all should be communists
'Cause maybe we’d get our drugs free
If you are broken, gonna be all right
All of your stresses gonna wither and die
You have no reason to pace and cry
As long as you close your eyes
Unless you got the cash to keep them wired
Unless you got the cash to keep them wired
And we ain’t obligated to smile
But, I hear it’s nice if you do
But it’s nicer to save a man’s life
If you got the knowledge in you
I’m aware of my own contradiction
But there’s minimal duties we owe
To everyone born in bad bodies
How dare you abandon your own?
If I saw a slut on the highway
I’d have to dig it off the road
'Cause, I know first hand what
A hell it can be
Being nervous and scared on your own
So anyone with a bad liver
Or eyes that can’t even see
Pray you’ll be staying in good health
'Cause you’re screwed if you don’t got money
If you are broken, gonna be all right
All of your stresses gonna wither and die
You have no reason to pace and cry
As long as you close your eyes
If you are broken, gonna be all right
All of your stresses gonna wither and die
You have no reason to pace and cry
As long as you close your eyes
Unless you got the cash to keep them wired
Unless you got the cash to keep them wired
Unless you got the cash to keep them wired
Unless you got the cash to keep them wired
If you are broken, gonna be all right
All of your stresses gonna wither and die
You have no reason to pace and cry
As long as you close your eyes
As long as you close your eyes
Unless you got the cash to keep them wired