the gross domestic product nobody needs and nobody knows
the rich get richer i'm left up in stitches and that's how this garden grows
a boring tale of right and wrong and nothing could ever be clearer
we're all gonna go down with this ship and there ain't no magic mirror
a hand me down a pick me up a slap me around till i stay
stuck in the middle of a battle of little minds and smaller ways
a misunderstanding leads to handing out the keys to the kingdom
we're out of control and selling the soul with a gut shot through with a cannon
policy dictates
mistake after mistake
not much more that we'll take
we'll wander the streets in the night
old superstitions burn me suspicious and i feel nauseous again
i can't fight the feeling the wheeling and dealing is breaking us taking us in
the roller coaster will surely be busted beneath a trembling weight
of fire that's fueled and a people who rule by ignorance and by hate
monsters of prowling and star studded midnights are taking up arms together
and unless we can stop em they'll all come a stomping and dictate to us forever
words are wind and deeds are thinly veiled jokes played and broken
crack the safe and bury the weight bust this thing wide open
Song A Day #945: We're All Kind of Screwed jonathan mannering | |
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