Well, the spirits moved his feet
To the music that they played
And they wouldn't let him hear it
And they wouldn't let him stray
From the path they set before him
From the set list that they made
It would confuse it if he knew it
Plus, they could use him more this way
The man said, "Whoa, how did I get this way"?
Well, angels really loved him
And the devils loved him, too
On a slow night he was lots of fun
He wasn't Job but he would do
And they loved how he was empty
And the shapes he'd bend into
And how beautifully his heart ached
And he could do it all on cue
And the man said, "Whoa, how-
How did I get this way"?
When all I did was
Every day, every day, every day, every day
Every day, every day, every day, every day
Every day, every day, every day, every day
I chose to stay
Well, he had his head shoved so far up his ass
That he could see his heart beat
And a pile of laundry in the basement
So high that he needed a Sherpa guide just to look at it
It's the discipline of housework
And the paying of the bills
And all the taxiing of children
And all those things that kill
And the man said, "Whoa, how-
How did I get this way"?
When all I did was
Every day, every day, every day, every day
Every day, every day, every day, every day
Every day, every day, every day, every day
I chose to stay