Franks Enemy Things Don't Work Out
This silver platter world Handing out its song and dance Says subjective obsolescence Is the right of all humans Condemned human race dancing To their hormonal tunes Which change according to food intake And tides changed by the moon Try it you may not like it trade it in come tomorrow For the main objective in this life Is to be devoid of sorrow Buy it if you can or steal it if you must And look into the mirror If you need someone you can trust And we can say things didn't work out Til we say things don't work out You can say things don't work out I say it's people who don't Guided by fear of all commitment We can run but we're still owned By all our petty fears and desires we'll never satisfy On our sick beds with question marks In our heads as we die God has shown us what is right And what there is to care for But we're in a hall of mirrors darkly Uncaring to find the door Words like sin redemption and trust Hit our ears irrelevantly Condemning ourselves to no hiding place In the time of missed glory To God we'll say things didn't work out And God will say shut up and get out
