Story Behind The Song
Moving from America to Japan has taken me from one workaholic culture to another. Valuing job over family is expected, which is sickening. (PS: My apologies for the poor sound quality)
Song Description
A song, musically in the spirit of the 1920s with modern lyrics, that express frustration with our pro-workaholic culture.
Song Length |
3:55 |
Genre |
Unique - Waltz, Folk - Traditional |
Tempo |
Non 4/4 |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
Mood |
Poignant, Troubled |
Subject |
Life, Frustration |
Similar Artists |
Tom Waits, Bruce Springsteen |
Language |
English |
Era |
1920 - 1929 |
| |
Lyrics
For What?
Cubicle by the door, a fair ways from poor
Too many coffee-stained cups and teeth
And for what, for what
Contingency plans, backup strategems
A warehouse full of submachines
And for what, for what
Monopoly board is clean
Cuz when we play you get mean
Lovers make big scenes
Like cars crashed into trees
At a loss for words
So much is for the birds
We make such a bigass fuss
And for what
Your third baby, ultrasound's okay
Worked while the others learned to talk
And for what, for what
Onstar-equipped, alarm never tripped
Neighborhood's the safest in town
And for what, for what