Dusty Lime
Luke Lalonde Lyrics

I was sad as a Christmas tree in February
I was extremely sad and lonely, like a Christmas tree that was left standing no longer needed or wanted in February.

High as the eyes of the Great Khali
I was under the influence of drugs and felt as high as the eyes of the Great Khali, a professional wrestler known for his towering height.

Had the look of a book at the library
I looked worn out and tired, like a book on the shelf at the library that has been checked out one too many times.

That's been checked out one too many times
I felt like I had been used up and taken for granted, like a book that has been overused and checked out too many times.

And I'd given up being given up
I had reached a point where I decided to stop feeling defeated and hopeless.

Spent the last of my time
I wasted my time and had nothing left to show for it.

Waiting on the world
I was constantly waiting for something good to happen, but it never did.

From the back of the line
I felt like I was always at the back of the line and never got a chance to move forward.

Just another slice
I felt insignificant and replaceable, like just another slice of a lime.

Of a dusty old lime
I felt old and worn out, like a lime that has collected dust and lost its freshness.

With no more juice to squeeze
I had nothing left to give and felt drained of energy and enthusiasm.

I'm a consumer of consumption
I am part of a system that values constant consumption and material possessions.

Another user on the grid
I am just another person going through the motions of modern life, without any real purpose or direction.

Baby boomers got the gumption to say
The older generation has the confidence to tell the younger generation that they need to be more successful and productive.

Look here kid if yer business ain't growing
They believe that if you are not constantly making progress and increasing your income, you are not succeeding in life.

Then your business ain't shit
If you are not successful in their eyes, then you are worthless and your efforts don't matter.

They don't sell your brand no more
You are no longer valuable to society because your skills and talents are no longer in demand.

And the last virgin wood
All the natural resources have been consumed and used up, leaving nothing untouched or unharmed.

Has been found and cut down
Everything of value has been taken and used for profit, leaving nothing left for future generations.

Now I'm selling my soul
I have to sacrifice my beliefs and values in order to survive and be successful in this society.

Just to live in this town
Living in this town requires me to give up everything I believe in and conform to the expectations of others.

That was built to the hilt
This town was built to perfection and with no regard for the environment or future consequences.

Sky scrapers to the ground
This town is filled with large buildings and structures that consume and destroy the land beneath them.

To squeeze the last drop dry
Everything has been used up and destroyed in order to benefit the few who hold power and control over the rest.

All your life is the point of an arrow
Your entire life is leading up to one moment, like the point of an arrow being pulled back in preparation for release.

As it's pulled from the quiver with ease
Life moves quickly and without hesitation, like an arrow being pulled effortlessly from a quiver.

Pulled back, swift
Life moves quickly and without warning, like an arrow being pulled back and swiftly released.

Softly released
Life can be gentle and kind, despite its swift movement and relentless pace.

And plunged into the reckoning squeeze
Life can be full of pain and hardship, like an arrow plunging into a target with great force.

You gotta squeeze
Life requires you to fight and struggle in order to survive and succeed.

Squeeze that sucker dry
You have to put in everything you have and give it your all, leaving nothing behind.

Squeeze it 'til you die
You have to keep pushing and striving until the very end, no matter what happens.