When things are getting tough and I experience regret
and I worry that I suffer from a taxing world’s debt;
that we’ve so frigging far off course there’s nothing left to do
but to suffer all the consequence and drink some poison brew.

That’s when I find it’s time to decide to take your stand.
To straight up to your full height like a proud woman
which is when I look to the raging storm’s eye
and hiss: "There is too much to do today to die."

So I walk away from danger and I turn my back on fear
and I go about my business while I exit from the rear.
So I finish up my taxes and I do the laundry, too.
There’s about a million things to do.

Though some demons might be wondering why I’m worried not at all,
I know that their concerns will still be there at morning’s call.
While the pressing things need doing more instantaneously
Tomorrow, I’ll pay the devil’s fee.

For problems were here yesterday and will be here next week
and if you look for troubles, there are many more to seek.
The future comes in hours, I won’t worry about it yet.
When the devil’s due, then I’ll fret.