Looking Everywhere It Ain’t

They’re yet to spell my name correct
On my weekly paycheck
Either I’m a saint
Or a man that ain’t been saved yet
My future cut a little short
By lubricant and latex
Choose a woman
Build a house
That’s what it is dawg, face it
Cookie cutter homes
A couple big and ostentatious
A depot for the people
To attain the very latest
Bars filled with
Nuns, Monks, Rabbis, and some racists
A couple dizzy saints
And some men that ain’t been saved yet
Everything I’ve ever dreamt is
Falling into place it’s
What eats up all my demons try to
Render me complacent
Or maybe it’s a subconscious drive
Of needing to be famous
Or maybe it’s a love of art
Which is by nature aimless
So easy to get caught up in
Some path that doesn’t matter
To think I fell in love with life
Through recognizing patterns
Like how they never get my name
Right on my weekly paycheck
Either I’m a saint
Or a man that ain’t been saved yet
No

A cul-de-sac
A corporate act
And a noose
$9.99 for a shoe shine
And some truth
I could live a lie
If it’s dignified with some proof
But lately
I’ve been looking everywhere that it ain’t

Drink it up
I feel it comin’
Burn one down
I feel it comin’
Holy smoke
I feel it comin’
Holy ghost
I feel it comin’

A cul-de-sac
A corporate act
And a noose
$9.99 for a shoe shine
And some truth
I could live a lie
If it’s dignified with some proof
But lately
I’ve been looking everywhere that it ain’t