Wasted, wasted lives on the street
Wasted, wasted so many there to meet
Don't the city look pretty mamma
In the light of the silvery moon?
Wasted, wasted lives
Lives done too soon

This world, this world's got a lot of love
This world, this world spills a lot of blood
We build cathedrals
That reach up and touch the sky
And we build the bombs
So a million will die

Can't get no answers
To what this all means
Seems to be a contradiction
A contradiction in the lives we lead

And I'm depressed
I'm repressed
And I'm compressed
Well I'm depressed, repressed everyone's a sinner
Compressed, oppressed bored with my dinner
Re-possessed, unimpressed by those you call a winner
Look at how the fat are getting fatter off the thinner

See you, see you on the other side
See you, see you there's no need to cry
We'll have a party and reminisce about the life just past
Everyone will have enough
We'll have enough at last

Can't get no answers
The message ain't clear
Gotta be some reason
Some reason we are here

And I'm depressed ...

For Want of a High

Words and Music by

Alan Corbould

© Copyright

Johnny was a wanderer

He was a rolling stone

He could break a heart in his day

But he never found a home

He went with the wind
It blew hot and cold
But even summer can bring a chill
When you walk these streets alone

Not really a bad man
Just the other side of the law
A substance or two found their way
Into his hallowed hall

They helped take away the memories
Of a life gone bad
A push of a needle gave him feelings
They said he couldn't have

You can drown in a river

You can drown in a lake

You can drown a city street corner

With the concrete smothering your face

You can fly so high

And you really come down

The age of enlightenment is past us now

There's nothing left here to be found

Now Johnny needed money
To buy his elixir of life
He needed more so he robbed a store
And took a life that night

So they came and got him
Put him in a police car
Took away his knife drove into the night
To his prison bars

Then one of the cops said Johnny
You're going to pay for what happened here
For want of a high you killed a guy
You get a cheaper high from beer

You get a cheaper high from beer ...

Maybe this World is Just Getting Old

Words and Music: Alan Corbould

© Copyright

We’ve always needed more to bring us happiness

But all that progress has really made a mess

There’s so many riches buried in the ground

Playing hide-and-seek but you know they will be found

Corporations they sure know how to play

Drill and cut and blast, take the hiding place away

Oil, gas and minerals won’t be there long

We all have a thirst and man that thirst is strong

Capitalism is running rampant now

It’s taken all the power and killed the sacred cow

And we let them have it ‘cause we want it too

Money’s only evil when it doesn’t belong to you

The animals that Noah took on that old boat

They can’t have a say ‘cause they still refuse to vote

And all that apathy of the plants in the ground

Where the hell are they when elections roll around?

The younger generation may think we’re really bad

But we can tell them all the fun that we had

Don’t listen if they say our generation was the worst

They may complain but we were here first

We’re so smart, conquered land and sea and sky

Mother Nature tried to fool us but we poked her in the eye

All the woodland creatures, they’re not as smart as us

But they’re not the ones turning everything to dust

Maybe this world is just getting old

Like a shoe with a hole in it’s sole

And we are just riding on a crashing plane

We look to our leaders but none of them are sane

Yeah maybe this world is just getting old

Maybe we’ve ripped, too many holes

We’ve always wanted more to bring us happiness

But the more that we take, we’ll end up with less

Maybe this world is just getting old

Had a fight with my woman, I knew that I was right
Cause I had the facts I was ready for the fight
I had my logic, I was ready to rock
She just smiled and said is that all you got?

She starts telling me things that I can’t deny
Cause I can’t remember what I did or why
She knows what I was wearing ten years ago
Maybe she’s right, man I don’t know

It doesn’t matter what is really true
Just when you think you’re winning you lose

A past transgression came from left field
And she let me know just how it made her feel
Now how the heck does she remember all this stuff?
Sometimes I wonder if she’s just making it up

If her argument starts to die
Then she’s just gonna sit down and cry
And you’ll feel so bad you’ll wish you never brought it up
And you’ll be drinking from the guilty cup

I think they’re taught young on the strategy to use
That men are big and strong but easy to confuse
But she said dear that’s not it at all
In fact a lot of men aren’t really all that tall

Just be happy that she keeps you around
She can win without making a sound
She’s the judge she’s the jury and she’s playing in home court
If she argues with you it is really just for sport

This is the message, men you gotta relate
Stop all the arguing before it’s too late
You’re a peewee trying to play in the Major Leagues
Just stop talking and make her a cup of tea