John T. Wurzer - Enough of This

I was born a restless child with a fire in my voice
I was out there running wild as if I really had a choice
Tempting demons to arrive, tempting cauldrons to explode
Living life while half alive and growing prematurely old

I've been working here too long
I've been mining in these mines
I've been singing on this song
But my voice no longer rhymes
I've been struggling to survive
In this land of sated bliss
I've been working here too long
And I've had enough of this

I walked into a tattoo parlor, trying to make some cash
But I never got the hang of painting chains on someone's ass
I escaped without a piercing, or a symbol, or a phrase
No one can write upon my life anything I can't erase

I've been working here too long
I've been mining in these mines
I've been singing on this song
But my voice no longer rhymes
I've been struggling to survive
In this land of sated bliss
I've been working here too long
And I've had enough of this

Waxing Porches at a Car Wash, mopping up the bar
Washing dirty dishes, removing rooftop tar
Sundaes at the Dairy Queen, Thanksgiving at the Pub
Shipping dirty comic books and cooking lunch rush grub

I've been working here too long
I've been mining in these mines
I've been singing on this song
But my voice no longer rhymes
I've been struggling to survive
In this land of sated bliss
I've been working here too long
And I've had enough of this

Well I found myself on Wall Street, buying and a selling
I wasn't quite sure what, ah but everyone was yelling
I was flying high on assets, thinking it would last
When completely without warning, the whole thing kind of crashed

I've been working here too long
I've been mining in these mines
I've been singing on this song
But my voice no longer rhymes
I've been struggling to survive
In this land of sated bliss
I've been working here too long
And I've had enough of this

I woke up without a dime, wearing t-shirts and some shorts
I reported it, a crime, but it made no news reports
As I lay there in a ditch, trying to dry out
Something snapped inside my gut, and it left me little doubt

I've been working here too long
I've been mining in these mines
I've been singing on this song
But my voice no longer rhymes
I've been struggling to survive
In this land of sated bliss
I've been working here too long
And I've had enough of this

Written by:
John Wurzer

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