DIY and Fucked

Woke up in our freezing bed, turned to you and then I said
"wake up I think our dogs blew chunks all over everything we love"
Starving artists got our names screaming through the hunger pains.
Stress bed ridden, ego driven in an unforgiving corporate game.
And someone kicked me five dollars online for digital downloads,
but Bandcamp needs its keep, processing fee left me with two
and change.
So now I'm singing in the street, open case down at my feet,
but no one walks out in the cold or cares about my art
and so I walk into the plasma clinic, so it goes, but then I'm told

We don't want what you got-aint that a fuckin bummer
Neither does the pawn shop
I stole a bunch of shit I can't return to Walmart
And Im all out of EBT can't swipe the food card

Now I'm depressed I've all but broke, laughing at an inside joke
that I don't know, the punchline though,
goes freedoms in the minds of those
who believe what they are told, otherwise unattainable.
I sold my soul to endless roads and all I got was more morose
Discontent and cynical, now I'm a sarcastic asshole
at the plasma clinic telling lies but my blood tests indisputable

My bloods a hazard, cant sell plasma. I just tried and they told me

We don't want what you got-aint that a fuckin bummer
Neither does the pawn shop
I stole a bunch of shit I can't return to Walmart
And Im all out of EBT can't swipe the food card