See these young men
They like nothing better
Than to complain

They see their town
They see the faces
That trigger frowns

Can't wait to get away
They talk of days
Years from now

They say I will be
Living in the city
Cages of milk and honey

And so they shuffle on
They can't be happy
Unless they see some unhappy

People dying somewhere else
Then they finally see what they have
And they stop complaining for a while
To start again two days from now