It's bad here
Really bad
I'll mix a drink
Made of tears and flesh and mone
It will be thick and rich
And sweet
Oh how sweet
I'm expected to share
Like a child with his toys
But I won't
Because it's my drink
I've mixed it
It's all mine

It's bad here
Really bad
I'll book a meal
Made of tears and flesh and money
It was be warm and filling
And satisfying
Oh how satisfying
I will share
Because I'm expected to
But when I come back to eat my fill
It will all be gone
This meal that I've made
I made it for me and you

It's bad here
Really bad
I'll sew some clothes
Made of tears and flesh and money
They will be fitting and cozy
And warm
Oh how warm
I'm expected to share
But I will keep some for myself
Keep the choicest pieces here
Keep them for myself
Because I've made them
They're my clothes

It's bad here
Really bad
I'll build a house
Made of tears and flesh and money
It will be sturdy and strong
And safe
Oh how warm
I will share
Because I don't want it for myself
I don't want anything here
But they want me to stay
So I will
In the house I've made

It's bad here
Really bad