THAT AIN'T LIVIN'

(Music and Lyrics: Jake Stigers)

Cold as hell in the winter
Hot the other times
Piss and rats and roaches
They suit me just fine
Suit me just fine

Work a 9 to 5
Something you hate to do
Just to pay your rent
And still youÕre gonna get the screw
Get the screw

That ain't livin'
Livin's what I got to do
That aint' livin'
Livin's what I go to
Got to do

Some fat mother fucker
With a desk and a phone
Calls the price I pay in the getto cheap
My little old home
My little old home

So you can move to the country
And be bored as hell
Hey it's half the rent
But you're livin' in a 5 room cell
A 5 room cell

That ain't livin'
Livin's what I got to do
That aint' livin'
Livin's what I go to
Got to do

Quality of life
That's a phrase for the rich
Pack all the neon up
Give midtown back to the pimps
Back to the pimps

That ain't livin'
Livin's what I got to do
That aint' livin'
Livin's what I go to
Got to do