we so worried about
bein' left or how little spaces
are even bigger with just us
the way
er'thing looks starin'
at our backs in the future
'cause we spend the days
hopin' someone'll stick
close, and when they ain't or aren't
we rubbin' sticks together
watchin a lot of TV and stars
things are alright
already, we ain't dying or
nothin', got clothes and food
just like that bible scripture
but one question always
on our minds-- why are there
so many people, then?

why there so many people, then?