Sit at my desk, back is getting worse One more tally on the scorecard for the curse I'm growing more indifferent to the hearse But I'm still running Videos, they're crying from relief I've been growing stiffer in my grief If I had the green, you'd best believe I'd get adjusted Adjustments Adjustments Tyrants back in business, it's a sign If not of the end, it's of the fight Between all is well and nothing's right Where's justice? Cause the day we plant our calloused feet Vanity's a song that oft repeats Through the tired voice on our TVs "This just in" Adjustments Adjustments And Mama always worried about my spine And every other ailment of mine But she'd so many I had not the time To fight them And even if I live to ninety-nine Every day in joy and mirth and wine Life is still as quick as it's unkind We're dying Stop lying Stop lying Brother, we might not be middle-class I might never get alignment back Maybe there's still nothing that we lack It's rust, man But as the light floods into where we writhe If you're feeling blind, don't be surprised It just takes a while to let our eyes Adjust, man Adjustments Adjustments