The Fireside Protest The Hero

You won't miss the water ‘til the well runs dry
Can’t appreciate the taste with a bountiful supply
Don't know what it's like to live until you barely survive
I don’t know what it's like to feel alive

If you're dumb enough to witness this insipid, wasteful christening
You're dumb enough to listen when they say the water's glistening
And as you scrape the bottom of this desiccated hole
You're told the water's rising and the well's completely full
But it’s not without its comforts, like an aching in your side
If you can tolerate the thirst, the thirst eventually subsides

If you’re overextended, underprepared
(It will run its course)
What was the time that death was declared?
(It's almost over)
And every day now, it’s getting worse
(It can't get worse)
Year after year, verse after verse
(This is full disclosure)
Overextended and under the gun

Put your faith in god, but keep your powder dry
Because god sends nuts to those who have no teeth
Love the son, spoil the rod
Make sure it's satisfied
Cut the ground from underneath your feet