Wilted Daisies

Pretty, pretty wilted dasies all in a row

on the top of Mount Vernon in the dirty snow

where the shadow sings of sunshine like a dying crow

pretty, pretty wilted dasies all in a row

Cuz it's a long way to and a short ride from the top

it's a rotten middle finger and the cancer will not stop

it's a long way to and a short ride from the top

your hand begins to slip or they cut

either way you drop

Your small apartment is a mess but you don't seem to care

the dirty dishes in the corner go with the broken chair

Higher grows the stack of bills that calmly declare

if you don't pay within a week then your shit is theirs

You go to work Monday through Sunday, open to close

the seven dollars that they pay, son, is good as a broken nose

when no one's watchin' you pull your pants down and touch you toes

your undercut n' your exploited but that's how the country grows

Cuz it's a long way to and a short ride to the top

it's a rotten middle finger and the cancer will not stop

it's a long way to and a short ride from the top

your hand begins to slip or cut

either way you take what they have stolen

or you try to break what can't be broken

you can speak what you believe

but every thought comes preconceived

you try to wash your hands of this

clear your conscience and dismiss

pretend our problems don't exist

we're takin' aspirin for a broken wrist

cuz it's a long, long way to the top

it's a rotten middle finger but the cancer will not stop

it's a long, long way to the top

your hand begins to slip or cut

either way we...