Give Me Back My Stuff

Give me back my stuff, you world, you!!, give me back my stuff the stuff I worked so hard for, the stuff I cared so carefully for. the stuff I dreamed of owning till, my dreams of owning came true, through toil and blood, and toil and sweat, and toil and tears, and toil, and toil. Scrimping and saving, and saving and sacrifice, till finally, finally these things were mine. But no, wait a minute. what was I thinking? It's obvious that you have the greater need, so help yourself, help yourself to my stuff. Come in the night, while I sleep, Or come in the day, while I work, work to buy you something more. Go ahead, I insist, and if it's not good enough for you please let me know. And I'll work some more, even harder just to buy you something better, something better just for you, so go ahead, help yourself. And guess what, someone else is working too, even as we speak, sweating, toiling, making something very special just for you. Someone named Smith, and someone named Wesson, and one night, or one day you just may get that special gift because, that's what you deserve. So here's to lookin' at you in my cross hairs, such a pretty sight, you in my sights, you thief, you thief, you thief in the night. Written August 10th, 1999 © on Oct 10 2001 12:30 AM PST   0 • 1