Cruel Cruel World - Ezra Furman

Lost my job, lost my money in a flash

Watching my old life turn to dust and ash

Called you up on the telephone

Ended up in a new town all alone

Took the bus on the highway tangled up

Felt the billboards' images fuck me up

Buy and sell yourself awake

Fall in love with a new thing every day

It’s cold, cold, cruel, cruel world

Saw your hair in the sunlight glistening

Told you stories, you weren’t even listening

Living out of an old suitcase

Looking at your stone-cold pretty face

Out of work like a true American

Got real sick with no health-care benefits

Everything turned black and blue

Government says, «We can’t take care of you»

Goodbye, goodbye, cruel, cruel world