Ark of the envious

i hear the driving of the nail

i hear the rain i hear the hail

i hear the laughter of the

people dancing 'round him

as he forces his poor family to set sail

if you don't care you will not cry

if you don't dare you will not try

and now i'm drowning in the dark

with thoughts of building my own ark

i feel my baby's on the rise

sits there examining her thighs

in he comes all drenching clean

and lays upon her hard and lean

she comes when he never even tries

i'm sitting and wishing i were young

the best lines they'd flow right off my tongue

i'd believe that school is social banging in

and banging out and hanging in

and hanging out until we're hung

of the envious

i am one