You spit on the sidewalk as I'm walking your way And you're not wrong You threw your back out just trying to stand up straight And it's not long for you You're not wrong I'll tell you what you already know: you can't do this all on your own Another privileged, nondescript individual Demanding order from you with headphones on Listen buddy, I paid a lot of money To tune you out To turn you down I see you sometimes in my sleep Just stumbling around in the yard Hands folded in the shape of a gun Just doing the best that you can I'll tell you what you already know: you can't do this all on your own