Unhurried Hearts

[Ooh, ooh, ooh ...] 

  Up from the basement to my best friend's farm 
  Where we'll work so hard, we can do no harm 

  We'll till the land and duck our debts 
  Underneath soft sun, chewing Nicorette 

  This will be a better year 
  This will be a better year 

  Make a little money, take a lot of shit 
  Feel real bad, then get over it 

  This will be a better year 

  Oh I keep pushing boulders 
  I stay game till sun'll shake my shoulders 
  Oh, I keep feeling older 
  I stay game, stay game, stay game 

  The East Coast kids, man, we just don't know 
  Singing wait, wait, stop, drop me, go, go, go 
  But I'm taken by the hand to a blue pay phone 
  We can break blue laws with our skin and bones 

  And now I'm back in the city, I'm counting frick frick frick 
  Heard of milk great things, speaking soft and thick 
  He said, "If life gives you lemons, then thus god bade. 
  So put a little bit of bitter in your pink lemonade" 

  I'm sick of thee sheep, I'm sick of thou shepherd 
  Sick of dressing like a human when I'm feeling like a leopard 
  I'm sick of slow rock, I'm sick of quick quips 
  Sick of holding on to nothing when I just want to hold your hips 

  This will be a better year 
  This will be a better year 

  Make a little money, take a lot of shit 
  Feel real bad, then get over it 

  This will be a better year 

  Oh I keep pushing boulders 
  I stay game till sun'll shake my shoulders 
  Oh I keep feeling older 
  I stay game, stay game, stay game 

  [Nah, nah, nah...]