Pua Lyrics – Drops of Andromeda
Singer: Drops of Andromeda
Title: Pua
I’ve been waiting in line since 9
There’s 109 guys that I’m behind, all unemployed and without a dime
Check the time, it’s 11, date is June 7
I ain’t worked a job in forty days like that [?] sentence
Just a couple [?]’s short of a huge pension
I’ve been at that job since 22, and that was ’87
Press the pen tip to the nondisclosure, get the severance
Security escort a brown box full of possessions
My phone’s on hold still
I’ve lost healthcare
I feel like shelf ware
My mind is elsewhere
I’m watching reruns of Fresh Prince of Bel Air ‘cause Uncle Phil died
And while I’m alive, I’m terrified that this is hell here
It’s 12 here, Central Time, three hours in line
My mind is racing
My bank account is dried up like a raisin
The whole fam is furloughed
My daughter was a mason
My son is baked
It’s 1 o’clock now and my wife is wasted
She takes a shot of Jägermeister, uses wine to chase it
I’m buying groceries while my credit card’s declining payment
That was May 6
We ain’t ate in ages
It’s 2 p.m
Pua’s got me on hold like a cop that’s racist
Can’t find a cop that ain’t, it’s systemic, I’m losing patience
It’s 3 o’clock
I’m naked, I ain’t bathed in twenty days since the water company pulled the plug
That was May 21
Electric’s on another week before they hank it
Resold that truck for just a hundred bucks
I’m on hold, on a payphone, my cellphone now a trade-in
It’s 5 o’clock, and I still haven’t lunched
Wife hands me a glass of punch that’s spike with gasoline she’d siphoned from my truck
Desperation’s got me huffing paint
Finally at around 8 and ‘sorry for the wait, and you’re sh#t out of luck’
And ain’t that how it goes ‘round here like the Counting Crows
Precariats with problems local governments don’t count as woes
Precariats with problems local governments don’t count as woes
Twenty-four hours on the phone but there’s no one home
In other countries I heard governments have got their back
New Zealand or Sweden
Over here we don’t get none of that
And yet we’re cutting tracks hot like no one else around
Sure we don’t get paid and modern slavery can pull us down
But I’m still living
My vision vivid as Richard Simmons
Picking up the pieces how they fall until I’m homeward bound
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