Jobs - Slaughter Beach, Dog

My friends don’t need jobs

'cause they all sell drugs

And spend their Fridays

Setting fire to their college degrees

And I think to some degree

They are more practical than me

My friends don’t need God

'Cause they all feel loved

And spend their Sundays sleeping in

And getting high on the street

And I think a greater meeting

Could be right beneath their noses

Oh Moses, Jesus, any full of grace

You know I’ve been trying hard here

But I can’t hold the weight

Of all these searching circles

I’m trying to find my place

The empty head feels heavier everyday

But Andy broke last fall

And we all just shrugged

There 'ain't no purpose fighting holy wars

For something you’re not

And I think we’re better off believing in ourselves

But that’s me

And did you know today

I was 10 bucks short

But a four corner… resolution

Unavoided but learned to spoil it

Don’t know how I make me proud again

I don’t know how I can make me proud again

Teach me how I can make me proud again