LYRIC FOR SALE

By Chuck Casey

TILL THE ASTEROID COME

Chorus
Here’s why every chance I get
I’m gonna grab me some of that wild fun
I wanna try everything I can ‘cause
Lord, don’t you know I’ll be working
Till the asteroid come

Big boss jerk comes hobbling in
Says I took too many breaths today
Gonna have to dock me an hour’s pay
Then corporation clown says to me as he sits right down
We found a place to store some of our toxic waste
Right here next to your little cubie space

Chorus
That’s why every chance I get
I’m gonna grab me some of that wild fun
I wanna try everything I can ‘cause
Lord, don’t you know I’ll be working
Till the asteroid come

Bridge
Oh….! There’s so much of this daily crap
It’s enough to make a grown boy weep
I’m not sure it’s worth all this misery
Just to make ends meet

See the mailman struggling over 3’ of snow
Gonna hurt himself just so the bills get through
Traffic’s at a standstill….airport’s shut down
People are like convicts….they got nowhere to go
But those so and so’s would use caribou
To make sure their damn invoices ain’t past due

Chorus
That’s why every chance I get
I’m gonna grab me some of that wild fun
I wanna do everything I can ‘cause
Lord, don’t you know I’ll be working
Till the asteroid come

Chuck Casey
Copyright 2008