Slaughter Beach, Dog - Job lyrics

[Verse 1] My friends don't need jobs 'cause they all sell d** And spend their Fridays Setting fire to their college degrees And I think to some degree They are more practical than me [Verse 2] My friends don't need God 'Cause they all feel loved And spend their Sundays sleeping in And getting high on the street And I think a greater meeting Could be right beneath their noses [Verse 3] Oh Moses, Jesus, any full of grace You know I've been trying hard here But I can't hold the weight Of all these searching circles I'm trying to find my place The empty head feels heavier everyday [Verse 4 But Andy broke last fall And we all just shrugged There 'ain't no purpose fighting holy wars For something you're not And I think we're better off believing in ourselves But that's me [Verse 5] And did you [?] today I was 10 bucks short But a four corner [?] resolution Unavoided but learned to spoil it Don't know how I make me proud again [Outro] I don't know how I can make me proud again Teach me how I can make me proud again