I'm a sad girl who writes mad songs
About the weight of the world that I take on
So dramatic but I'm not wrong
I won't be satisfied until the money's all gone
I am the envious
A privileged ghost
I'm a good citizen
A natural host
So why am I begging
Doing the most
God, it's so upsetting
Paying to live this broke
Everybody needs just a little more free dope
Everybody needs just a little more green to cope
My anxiety needs me to be alone
Everybody needs just a little more free hope
I am essential
The working man
I hold our potential
In my underpaid, hostage hands
I'm the hungry majority's silent mouth
And who can I vote for?
Well let's see, there's fascism or
Some sanctimonious handout?
Everybody needs just a little more free blow
Yea everybody needs just a little more seed to sow
High society needs me to be alone
Yea everybody needs just a little more free hope
I am your children
Roasting alive
Yea, who gets your billions
When the ocean fries
I am the needy
I made you rich
So pay up and feed me
Or I'll eat you, ha
You son of a bitch!
Everybody needs just a little more free show
Oh everybody needs just a little less greed to grow
My sobriety won't leave me alone
Everybody needs just a little more free hope