I Got A Job My 289 Million Dysfunctional Children Songtext

Figuring out where to put them all. Jerry Springer sticks em in the hall. A number of children big as a sea. Could i stuff em in my group therapy. Unmeasurable pain for such a rich nation. Maybe I could take em all on vacation. For now I'll take em one on one, I'll talk to them til there is no sun. And for the years of happiness that they yearned, I only pray there was something learn. I like my life its lots of fun. Loss of sleep for chosen one. My responsibilities I will keep so that at night my babies sleep

Forgiveme friends for being tough, you see peoples lives have been often rough. Don't come to me for sympathy, come for answers as you will see. My shoulders here for a good cry, but don't expect me not to tell you why. A moments miricle takes time to achieve, but when you see it, then you'll believe.