Reed McKenzie - Any Fool Can See (OTW)

It's no wonder, you're so tired
Your bodies beat up
You've got hunter, and yeah you're on fire
But you're running on luck
You lost your soul, somewhere down the road
Along this race for possessions
You're boss man, you know he's a mole
But he's asking all the wrong people all the wrong questions

Oh any fool can see
All you gotta do to break free
Is let go of everything you think you need

Little Old Lady, strolls into the bakery
At the same time every day
Sits at the same table, reads the same paper
Flirts with he same overworked, underpaid waiter
Praying for the day, someone will come to save her
From all of the pleasure God's green earth gave her

Oh any fool can see
All you gotta do to break free
Is let go of everything you think you need

Fat American slob in his SUV
He's bitching bout his job and the price of gasoline
Got a handicapped tag hanging from his mirror
And he parks in the fire lane, right by the entrance
Going to buy his new Apple computer
While he's riding the rascal scooter he got cheating his insurance

Oh any fool can see
All you gotta do to break free
Is let go of everything you think you need

Let it go
Everything
Society, Society

It's no wonder, you're so tired
Your bodies beat up
You got hunter, and yeah you're on fire
But you're running on luck
Running on luck
Running on luck
You're running, running
Running on luck

Written by:
Eric McKenzie

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