Eulogy for the Lucky

Can’t make ice in the desert, can’t fool the heavens
Don’t make me feel better. Don’t want to feel blessed
In the furnace that made us, that’s where I will rest.
And for the rest, real suffering.

No one’s gonna save us, gonna be no Jesus
No personal Jesus, gonna save us.

Luck isn’t freedom, they’re not even brothers.
Luck’s just a way of life, we’ve grown accustom
My luck is my greed. Luck is having a news feed
I got enough. Enough is too much.

No one’s gonna pay down the debts of our daddy
No one gonna clean the whole house
No one gonna love us madly, give us mouth to mouth
No one gonna save us, from ourselves

How does it go? The earth will inherit.
Remember our gentleness, forget our excesses
Just keep the music, and fuck all the rest of it
Yeah, fuck all the rest of it. yeah, fuck all the rest of it.

No one’s gonna save us, gonna be no Jesus
No personal Jesus, gonna save us.

We need each other to save us.