Lyrics Fiddler On The Roof - Sandpeople

Fiddler On The Roof

And I don’t need a job to get the dues paid, but I do need to get paid in a
regular way before doomsday
The rent comes too late.
It’s employment or inspiration, and it’s a rude
awakening when you don’t get paid for your labor
But I must have it all wrong 'cuz my heads sick, obsessive compulsive I wash my
hands of your stresses
But it takes less with to get highly *can't make out what he says here*,
and acceptance- is it worth the adjustment of my sentence?
So if you’re human than I am.
And if you’re not human you better hurry and
teach me how to be like that
I’m starting to stop — the Earth is more than just a parking lot — and part of
me thought, I should figure it out before my arteries rot
My thoughts get complex, unlike your nonsense
I hope the power doesn’t go out my wardrode is electronic
Forever walking on the surface of the quicksand, my sonnet forever resonates
with hi-hats, snares, kicks and…
If I were a rich man I’d put down the fiddle and get off this fucking roof.
(Get off the fucking roof)
If I wasn’t a sick man I would act more civil or at least in front of you.
(In front of you)
If I was a perfect man I wouldn’t need vices, but I do.
(But I do)
And if I was a simple man I wouldn’t speak like this, but I do.
(But I do)
If I want war man with nothin' to lose you’d be envious of my strings while I’m
cuttin' 'em loose
I’d rather cut into you (Bleed!) for all the people starving
This is what we mean by trickle down economics
You’re counting the commas found left at the decimal, I live within the decibel
to find a higher conscious
Turn conflicts and convicts to convalescence
It’s all dogma’s, dog chains, and brand name depressants
We’ll scare the messenger, but we’ll kill the message
A truly brilliant man would learn to live with less shit
Preach my leftist perspective to the lame right wing, and when developments
arrested then we’ll finally find peace
Sit on top of the wave and think you see the whole sea, don’t realize just
below you lies 20,000 leagues
There’s not enough ends to provide our means
The life.
I hate you.
The Mo-B.
Peace
I slave away day after day and put my dreams to the side
I got.
mortgage payments, my seeds almost 5
I’ve got everything that I need to survive, but corporate America’s killing my
soul make me believe in a lie
And I’ve got no reason to try.
to better myself.
but at least I’m a guy who’d
reach for the skies.
and sever myself.
From all the bull shh that goes down
around me.
And believe me, all the bull shh that surrounds me ain’t easy.
to block out, sometimes I want to walk out, and give it all up…
like a boxer that’s been knocked out
To count to 10, in my ears is like counselin'
The teachers in high school said I’d never amount to shh
And that’s fuel to the fire.
A person like you, could never have a clue why a
person like me don’t take it lightly, and what I’m gonna be is like… me