This is how it feels

Living on a hillside

This is what I need

This is what I longed for

Someone young and smiling

You're up on my hill

I hear the human race is farting on it's face

And hasn't very far to go

But every weak for wheel

Is handing me a bill

And telling me just ain't so

I put sail life is just a bowl of jumble

And a peer money intelligent and smart

But I'm stocked like a dope

With the thing called hope

And I can't get it out of my heart

Not this heart