Poor narrator

I'm just your poor narrator
I've got no stories to tell
I speak on no one's behalf
for all the things that I left
before my final farewell

We all just want to be happy
in a world of our own
I can change what I do
but its better for you
just to leave me alone

I'm not your ordinary stranger
we both got nothing to say
you walk right past when we meet in the street
pretending everything is okay
but you don't know me, do you?
yeah, i bet it's none of your concern
and at the end of the day
you take home what you earn.

In the land of the Plenty
we all just want to be free
see god don't have no say around here
and you can do just what you please. A quarter wheat for a penny
we go by what we know
and we live this lie until the day we die
when the devil come and take our soul

Give me my barley
give me my gold
give me my piece of the dream,
piece of your life,
piece of your mind.

Give me my car dealer,
give me my competition corner store
I want sixteen women on the day I day
and then I want sixteen more

In the land of the Plenty
we all just want to be free
see god don't have no say around here
and you can do just what you please.

A quarter wheat for a penny
we go by what we know
and we live this lie until the day we die
when the devil come and take our soul.