High school was a joke, so as you could tell, I didn't last
Got my GED, so fast, just so that I could pass
I went on to choose another way of life
College out of reach, it seemed to be in strife
Jobs came and went, but it seemed impossible to find a career
If I went a week without work, the welfare of my future I'd fear
I worked at McDonald's, BK, and Taco Bell cause there I could get food
The only reason I quit my jobs there, was cause I got sick of the menu
The shit from the customers was something that I could take
But at 5.25 an hour, I was like, "come on, gimme a break"
And one late night as I settled in to stare through the TV
A job came on that seemed to be pertinent to me
"CARPENTRY" it said, in bold letters across the screen
Have a job helping others build their household dreams
The pay is great, the hours are short, with oppurtunities for a career
At this my eyes jolted open, to confirmed what I had to hear
I called up the number, and became an apprentice, in a short ammount of time
Then the job that I had to do was simple for a house, something I even had in mine
I made counters, for the house, and how simple that it was,
big ones, small ones, islands, whatever I wanted, because...
The plans that I had, didn't care how the were or where they be
So with that, I was filled with immense ammounts of creativity
And my job became an art, which I felt was seductive
and on my business card it now says David Jones:Counter Productive