Hard

            You slept some,
            but you feel dead all the while…
            And it's hard, hard, hard,
            aching back and bones.
            You work the joints out,
            you show up,
            because it's this or death…
            But it's hard, hard, hard.
            You want something easy.
            Wouldn't that be nice,
            if you didn't have to think about living anymore? 
            But it would be hard, hard, hard
            to justify yourself then.
            If you stopped trying, it still wouldn't be so easy…
            It might be a lot worse.
            You feel you've got no choice
            but hard, hard, hard.
            But some hard is better than others,
            better than sleeping some,
            out in the cold, on the ground, where it's 
            hard, hard, hard.
            Better to sleep somewhere it's warm,
            even if it's hard, hard, hard,
            even though you feel you've got no choice…
            You can at least choose between this or that.
            So you sleep some,
            and go out and stretch those joints,
            and keep aching just so you can live,
            and it's hard, hard, hard.
            But you have to do it if you want to live,
            and it's hard, hard, hard.
            But at least it's a living…