Bad Habit

I'm still alive cos living’s my bad habit And like a bird is used to feel the saving sky I’m used to live on autopilot so won’t rub it With multiplying the essential reasons why But disappointment gets too huge to handle Got to bargain myself a little beggar mind To think more highly of the immigration ramble As if I’m going something worth to find The owners of the world are getting funny Prescribing me the way of life that suits Their plans to know how well I spend my money How deeply I respect some nation’s roots To meet their needs, I’m into consolations I’m on the sunny side of every street and lane Let’s make a deal, I’ll spread your cheap sensations If you help me that beggar mindset to attain.