Lyrics

It’s raining, it’s pouring
And those free birds are soaring
And this casket’s so boring
But I guess I dug my own grave

Hello, my name is Joe – and I’m homeless
Living in a box, but hey – I own this
Can’t afford a place now and I’m phoneless
I used to own a condo in Bowness

It’s a wonder that one can condone this
I’m looking skinny, pale, poor and boneless
Thirty years since I last earned a bonus
And almost seven since my dad called me Jonas

Sometimes I gotta wonder if I’ll make it
Without family and friends I’ve forsaken
Over one precious life that I’ve taken
I can still hear my mother’s heart breakin’

Oh, her screams in the kitchen as she’s bakin’
But it wasn’t just cake she was makin’
Turns out it was a trip to the station
Night one of my permanent vacation

Your mind starts to shine in the confines
White jumpsuit covered in black lines
Realize the product of your own designs
As your momma cries and pays the fines

Your mind starts to shine in the confines
White jumpsuit covered in black lines
You try to take it back to a better time
Young, green, eighteen and spitting rhymes

I will sleep in the bed I have made
And I’ll hold on to the grenade
But I deserve better than this
Oh…
And I will rise even after the fall
And I’ve been alive through it all
But I deserve better than this
Don’t we deserve better than this?

It’s raining, it’s pouring
And those free birds are soaring

Two months since the day I earned parole
Talking to myself, as I’m walking by patrol
“Joe, you’re finally free, feelin’ on a roll
You’ll see, forty-three isn’t even old”

Decades of barricades will take its toll
Hard to say I’m better for it as a whole
But I’m open minded, with a simple goal
First, to try the church to find my soul

Yeah, Jesus could teach us this fairy-tale
That he wrote, titled quote, “Joe is such a fail”
Got worse when the courts denied me bail
Poor father had to put the houses up for sale

Now tell me what the fuck is electronic mail?
Blew my change on the bus and a ginger-ale
Now it’s looking like the storm’s turning into hail
If I don’t die today, I may prevail

Your mind starts to shine in the confines
White jumpsuit covered in black lines
Realize the product of your own designs
As your momma cries and pays the fines

Your mind starts to shine in the confines
White jumpsuit covered in black lines
You try to take it back to a better time
Young, green, eighteen and spitting rhymes

I will sleep in the bed I have made
And I’ll hold on to the grenade
But I deserve better than this
Oh…
And I will rise even after the fall
And I’ve been alive through it all
But I deserve better than this
Don’t we deserve better than this?

We deserve better than this
We deserve better

It’s raining, it’s pouring
And those free birds are soaring
And this casket’s so boring
But I guess I dug my own grave
If I’m alive, than I’m not too late to save

It’s raining, it’s pouring
And those free birds are soaring
And this casket’s so boring
But I guess I dug my own grave
If I’m alive, than I’m not too late to save
Oh, save me baby, save me baby

Save me baby, save me baby
I wanna feel the love you gave me
Save me baby, save me baby

It’s raining, it’s pouring
And those free birds are soaring
And this casket’s so boring
But I guess I dug my own grave
If I’m alive, than I’m not too late to save