It's a hard day today Heart
The never ending noise here
And baseballs strike up band
Those who wish prestige
And don't want to lift a hand
A whole lot of hard work
They failed to understand
It tries my patients before me
That they can't follow a plan
To change it in the middle
The failure they find comes now
But had they thought just a little
I wouldn't hear them cry right now
Poor things like I have no life
Well whined so I have one now
To pick up again on their life
I must now frown on the brow
Of this existence there is no leisure
Only the habit forming of how
Again to contend with their displeasure
Of how much their going through
While for my own there is no measure
For their heart sees only them to
How insane I find these people
No leisure to drift in you
One problem after another
These people keeps singing the blues
I want to say whine on little campers
I don't want to listen to you
Had you listened first
I wouldn't have to reverse
And worry about fixing for you
I will find you on the flip side Baby
On this day of the walking dead
Oh what a thriller this has been
Trying to co-ordinate the walking dead
My kitchens now filled with MRSA
Because fools won't listen to views
Now raw bleach must be used to fix it
While the fools rest their weary head
Stupid is as stupid does
And the rest of us pay for it