All Good People Struggle

Mr. Maker he's got it made

But all around him, the world grows hard
He thinks to himself, he must have played a lucky card
If he was alone he'd give it all away
To people and things, that he wanted to save
Doesn't stop to think it's because of he
Always doing right, he stays healthy

But oh no, it's alright
Mr. Maker, he'll be fine
It's all right, it's OK
Because of the love he gave away
Oh yeah

Heart beat, stay heavy
Love us all please, stay on your feet
For me

-The Kooks-