The Modern Racket

Hey my friend how do you do today? The suns burned out and the skies a pale shade of grey our ambitions of adventure are so calmly misinterpreted Hey my friend what should we do today? and I don't know why I still try I go around told but I do what I want Passion turns to action turns to making a few lousy bucks This careless philosophy might just be the death of me But I do what I do and you don't what you don't And I don't know why I still try

Hey buddy old pal what has been new with you? The moon is twice full but the darkness has you so blue you're expectations are overwhelming but not just for you but me too hey buddy old pal I've had it up to here with you And I don't know why I still try This modern racket rattles us around like a noisy truck It's success is just as tempting as to not give in no filthy fucks The dirty jokes are selling like gold on a rope Yes this modern racket rattles us around with no hope And I don't know why I still try