In exchange for a little more money You can have the healthier Happier life That the weatherly deserve You made it rain You've set yourself up as the sun And our gratitude is as your disposal The fee is no longer relevant to you One hundred pennies may as well Be one hundred seconds of the blizzard You brought last winter To the unsuspecting but surely sinful residents Of your home and work Bear down, you said, discipline, hard labor, and loyalty will bring you the life you wonder why you can't have. Your Babbitalities are your closest kin, Now that your family sees what you've become Whining your insistence into another microphone that you purchased You insist, vehemently, that life is the way it is And this is your best possible world