The Mathematical Equation of Everyone Equal
Roach traps on the kitchen floor
Of a torn to shreds home
All decayed wood with blanket covered windows
Off to his sixty hour a week job
Making twenty-five cents an hour
But he has his friends
And he has his beer
I am a forensic scientist
Roach traps on my kitchen floor
Of my beautiful house with a city view
Windows of custom Agarwood blinds
Off to my sixty hour a week job
Making my twenty-five hundred a week
But I have my nagging wife
And I have my stress
But I’m not cooking roaches
And dying from a cold
With no hospital of admittance
Something like a mathematical equation
Of everyone equal
Of a torn to shreds home
All decayed wood with blanket covered windows
Off to his sixty hour a week job
Making twenty-five cents an hour
But he has his friends
And he has his beer
I am a forensic scientist
Roach traps on my kitchen floor
Of my beautiful house with a city view
Windows of custom Agarwood blinds
Off to my sixty hour a week job
Making my twenty-five hundred a week
But I have my nagging wife
And I have my stress
But I’m not cooking roaches
And dying from a cold
With no hospital of admittance
Something like a mathematical equation
Of everyone equal
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