They won't give you a reason

They'll just say
You need to do this

And you need to do that
And blah blah blah blah

That's all it ever was to me
"Blah blah, blah, blah"

Just like the radio
That is always on
Goes, "Blah, blah, blah"

And I learned that
Their concepts were
Almost always wrong

I was once told I had to work
Forty hours a week

I don't think I will
I have a few times

It doesn't suit me

More like thirty
That suits me

The angry man
He said, "Forty hours a week."
I lied to him

Told him
How I was going
To work and work
Until I was old like him

That was before
I discovered the Tao

That was before I learned
To do the minimum

And so
Whether these people
Love me or hate me

They will help me
Pay my bills

I make just enough to pay mine
Most of the time

No, I don't pay rent

Have you ever known someone
That repeats the same thing
Over and over
Every hour of their life?

So strange

I am happy being poor
It pleases me

If it angers them
Let it anger them

Kick me out of this house?
I don't think so
I have a house key

And if they did that
I would lose my job

I will pay no rent
This house will be mine
One day
After they pass on

My home
It was always my home
I'm the one that cleans it
Everyday

I am the caretaker here
Lived here since 1997