Pop Song

I've been, staring at the ceiling
Searching, for some word that rhymes with how I'm feeling
Someone feed the fishes
Someone clean my car
I can't keep up on the dishes
While I wish upon a star
Someone save my soul
I'm a slave to rock 'n roll

Please, politicians, preachers
Pray, give us wisdom, teach us
Right from wrong, oh yeah
I'm too busy trying to write a pop song

I've been, chipping at this sculpture
Hoping, his gigantic hands will heal pop culture
Someone raise the wages
Someone fight the fight
I've been speaking with the sages
In the middle of the night
Someone save my soul
I sold it to Billy Joel
(In the middle of the)

Please, politicians, preachers
Pray, give us wisdom, teach us
Right from wrong, oh yeah
I'm too busy trying to write a pop song

Please, mother nature's on her knees
Read the papers, see what's going on
What's going on
Oh, I'm too busy trying to write a pop song

Please, politicians, preachers
Pray, give us wisdom, teach us
Right from wrong, oh yeah
I'm too busy trying

Please, politicians, preachers
Pray, give us wisdom, teach us
Right from wrong, oh yeah (Teach us right from wrong)
I'm too busy trying to write a pop song

Please, mother nature's on her knees
Read the papers, see what's going on
What's going on
Oh, I'm too busy trying to write a pop song
Oh, I'm too busy trying to write a pop song
(Teach us right from wrong)