Dusty Lime

I was sad as a Christmas tree in February
High as the eyes of the Great Khali
Had the look of a book at the library
That's been checked out one too many times

And I'd given up being given up
Spent the last of my time
Waiting on the world
From the back of the line
Just another slice
Of a dusty old lime
With no more juice to squeeze

Squeeze, squeeze it 'til it's dry
Squeeze, squeeze it 'til you die

I'm a consumer of consumption
Another user on the grid
Baby boomers got the gumption to say
Look here kid if yer business ain't growing
Then your business ain't shit
They don't sell your brand no more

And the last virgin wood
Has been found and cut down
Now I'm selling my soul
Just to live in this town
That was built to the hilt
Sky scrapers to the ground
To squeeze the last drop dry

So squeeze, squeeze it 'til it's dry
You gotta squeeze
Squeeze it 'til you die

All your life is the point of an arrow
As it's pulled from the quiver with ease
Pulled back, swift
Softly released
And plunged into the reckoning squeeze

You gotta squeeze
Squeeze that sucker dry
You gotta squeeze
Squeeze it 'til you die