Lyrics:

You won't believe this
Unfortunate as it may have become
I know you're never gonna read this
I know they never sent my letters out

Oh but anyway
They got me workin on a staircase
Poor little Joe with his walrus face
He's the only one I really talk to now

Who are we workin for
I should have signed up for Americorps
So many hungry children
We could have saved the whole world by now

Oh friends, I'm gonna be honest with you now
I am weary of our noble mission
There's a few of us that feel
We've been led to an empty house
There are some of us who know the roof is leaking

Who are we workin for
They snake around just like a garden hose
They fox us in somebody else's clothes
Give us a little book of promises

I want out of this
I want the things that I used to fight
I miss my money and I miss my life
My empty bed in Chicago

Oh friends, I'm gonna be honest with you now
I'm weary of our global mission
There's a few of us that feel
We've been led to an empty house
There are some of us who know
The roof is leaking