Survival

Woooohoo, oh, wow, hoWoo

Hang on here buddy, don’t fall; hang on

Come on young fellow, you can do it

Just don’t look down

Don’t mind those bricks, and this wood beneath your head

Don’t mind this string, so thin,

Stretched to its best by your weight hanging down

Just forget that it might fail you

Forget that it might die

And bring up your death with it, forget that it might cry

Just hang up here buddy, forget the ground beneath you

Keep up hanging in the air, don’t smash your head against the floor

You’ve been doing it for quite some time

You’re doing it for a living

You’re a survival, that’s what you do, that’s what you are

They drain you off your life as they write and paint

They then call you names when you faint

They dye you and then throw you when you’re out of life

They don’t try to fill you with a breath of life

Some of your kind get lucky and fall in the hands of those who care

But they care for their possessions, not out of good will

They fill their lives by taking out yours, 

They drain you dry to write their stories

They just forget that you’re their companion

And despite their ignorance, you’ve always survived

You’re not going to die for you’re a survival

They manifacture you only to please them, to assist them with their lives

And they seem to forget that you’re a survival

For centuries you’ve thrived

You fought against their demolition, against their loss of memory

You fought against time!

You’ve made it through their worst

and it takes more than a couple of inches to put you down

Yes you’re a tiny, little blue pen, hanging at the end of a blanket

But you’re the winner, you’ve always been

So just don’t slide and crash against the ground

You’ve made it through the worst and the worst is not now
So hang up on here buddy, and know that you are 
The king of all winning cards, you're a survival .