Godthings

Hard to Be

by David Bazan

You’ve heard the story, you know how it goes
Once upon a garden, we were lovers with no clothes
Fresh from the soil we were beautiful and true
In control of our emotions till we ate the poison fruit

And now it’s hard to be
Hard to be
Hard to be
A decent human being

Wait just a minute, you expect me to believe
That all this misbehaving grew from one enchanted tree?
And helpless to fight it, we should all be satisfied
With the magical explanation for why the living die

And why it’s hard to be
Hard to be
Hard to be
A decent human being

Childbirth is painful toil to grow our food
Ignorance made us hungry
Information made us no good
Every burden misunderstood

So I swung my tassel to the left side of my cap
Knowing after graduation there would be no going back
And no congratulations from my faithful family
Some of whom are already fasting to intercede for me

Because it’s hard to be
Hard to be
Hard to be
A decent human being

Hard to be
A decent human being

(via invisibleforeigner)