This is a song about "Jacob bream"

Like a church in debt

And think alone in my head

Never hitting delete, technology peak, it's bleak,

The people ain't got shoes for they feet, or food to eat

Tonight, i ain't here to party, i came to rock (rock)

The beggars can't borrow, the record sales drop

It's like we both forgot what we were fighting for

We'll cook ya for lunch and serve you at red lobster,

The lights may flicker, your face feels red

Tired of hearin' these voices in my head

Well do the hokey-pokey, and turn that ass around

Was thrown in a river by morons and nearly drowned

Feel the size of a phyllis hyman note

The river flowed to the doors of riches and broke

You can't handle my river, this an ending of an era

Is never that's equivalent to me and sarah