My friend Marcus, he sleeps in my basement

And his father touched more than spirit

Now he can hardly sleep, sleep My friend Marcus, he's got such an ego

I beg him oh daily to let go

Find your father and find your meaning

Please I don't give a good *** if your lonesome

I think that you should go home son

Find your father and meaning Now I can see

You mean everything to nothing

Now I believe

You mean everything Now I can see

You mean everything to nothing

Now I believe

You mean everything My friend Marcus, he works on a train set

And I still can't move off my broke track

He's helping me find my meaning

Eventually and hopefully we'll see And now I believe

I mean everything to nothing

Now I believe

I mean everything Its funny how many don't know

How many don't have a home

It's funny how many don't know

How many don't have homes

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