(Uncouth-and-not Anthem of the Particular and
      General Unconscious)

Must I wait all my life for a certain thing to happen? 
Must I spend all my days just in dozin', just in nappin'? 
Isn't there to be a fire? Won't some color come? 
Am I blind? have I no luck? am I just plain dumb? 
Must I wait all my life for a certain person's comin'? 
Will I die, my life gone, and still a love tune hummin'? 
Is my life to be empty? Won't some real love come in it? 
Is my life just to be one grey minute after minute? 
God, I could scream. God, I could tear myself to pieces-
I'm the boredest human of the whole damn human species. 
I could bite, I could cry, I am hell tired of waitin'-
When the Lord made me he did some bum creatin'. 
I listen for a sound but all I do is listen; 
What other people get it always seems I'm missin'. 
I'm in a deep unhappy ditch, I'm as miserable as sin. 
Must I wait all my life for life just to begin?