CRAIG STONE WORKS GET IT?
    It Don’t Matter Anyway

    Somebody might get lucky
    selling Hollywood some story.
    So, soon they taste the honey
    of this land of milk and money.

    You got your pockets full of dust.
    Ain’t got no uncle with a trust.
    Ya sweat for others haulin’ rust.
    Your quality time is on the bus.

            But, it don’t matter anyway.
            Everything must pass away.
            In a hundred years we’ll all be dead:
            Ya got to live alive instead.

    Some own the land, sea and sky.
    No pile of money for them’s too high.
    Seem like they got it on the sly.
    Well, they’ll get yours, by and by.

    You’re not paid what you’re worth.
    You’re busted from your baby’s birth.
    Seem like the food don’t ever last.
    First of the month comes by too fast.

            But, it don’t matter anyway.
            Everything must pass away.
            In a hundred years we’ll all be dead:
            Ya got to live alive instead.

    Rich man live beyond his dreams.
    Which means you live within your means.
    Just try to finance your happiness.
    You’ll just have to get by on less.

    Your stack of bills gets higher and higher,
    Higher than your credit long expired.
    Forget about whatever you desire:
    Ain’t got enough to fix a tire.

            But, it don’t matter anyway.
            Everything must pass away.
            In a hundred years we’ll all be dead:
            Ya got to live alive instead.