Wasteland

It's raining pouring in buckets outside

I can feel a cold wind blowing thru my bones

I thought for sure I'd fill a bucket of life

Blood sweat and tears just turn to mud and the great unknown

NNothing's ever certain cept death and taxes

I am yet alive and I paid my cash

Does anyone ever stop to think we are all slaves here

Waiting for it all to come down and crash

Ohhh seems like we're damned

Ohhh for what do we stand

There's nothing I can do to stop the world from turning