Hit the Moon Lyrics

They promised us life liberty and property

But I don't even have a life

They made a statue 'cause it died

And I live outside

And I don't even own a car

And my feet don't get me real far

And money's tight but that's ok because I don't live in L.A

My stomach hurts and it's a pain

Sometimes I feel that I'm insane

And my good shirt just got a stain so I don't think you can complain

United states, land of opportunity

But if you miss it then you're fucked

The USA ain't that great but compared to Mexico

I'd hop that border a long time ago

I work two jobs at minimum wage

But I still find the time to play

Because I make more center stage

I count the money in my case

I still cherish every breath I take

Every step I make

I still accept all my mistakes

Every time I wake, I shine my socks

Step out of my box

Here's my resume, there's not much on it

I'm just running out of unemployment because I can't get a job

Aim for the stars

Aim for the stars

Aim for the stars

Aim for the stars, and you'll hit the moon