Nobody Likes A Cynic

(album: Symptoms Of A Leveling Spirit - 2001)

'Cause trash like you will never have the means with which to live
In any modicum of luxury or vague derivative
Of comfort, don't stray beyond your class
You'll never crack this ceiling made of glass

Oh, just live to work and then expire
Keep your mouth shut, you might retire
To something more than debts stretched far beyond your means
Pledge allegiance to the corporate machines

Don't you dare step out of line
Everything will be just fine
But you'd better mind your place

Just learn to be a good consumer
You're now a number
You've no longer got a face

Let my anger be my declaration
My dissent, my participation

Resistance isn't any use
Just consume, obey and reproduce
The next working class who'll shoulder your burden of despair
Your empty cries for a living wage; our system doesn't care

(We don't care) That our system won't provide for public health
(We don't care) That you're left out in the cold all by yourself
We don't care