the early bird gets the worm, but what about the hundred other birds that are just as early, what happened to their chance to recover, surely, they deserve some pride, a bit of face and a dash of self respect, who chooses who gets famous for their skills on the decks, while someone just as good sits back and they can't catch wreck? i don't understand, what people do when they are living without a plan, and hardly any love from uncle sam, or any guidance from brothermans, so what makes a bird get out of bed in the morning mourning, aching, gotta drag yourself through the day thats forming, your breaking, and who the fuck is fixed anyway.