[Intro]
To hell with the kind of work you have to do to earn a living
All it does is fill the bellies of the pigs who exploit us
Look at me, I'm makin' it, I may live badly
But at least I don't have to work to do it
To all you workers out there: every single commodity you produce
Is a piece of your own death!
End of interview!
[Verse 1]
I'm so goddamn tired, can't tell if I'm done, or just uninspired
And don't give me that "you can be somebody" speech
That ain't your place, let me be
I'm an example of a candle lit life
With electric relaxation, brain trampled by devotion
To remote control channel changin'
Something provoked the whole globe to lower expectations
Damn, what's wrong with my generation?
We was the cream of the crop, but it seems we've been robbed
That's what happens when you trade in all your dreams for a job
And every day it gets less and less exciting
I would make a difference, but I'm busy faking this instead of trying
Change my shift from now to never, and I'll pretend I'm fine
Why am I always stuck at the shitty end of the assembly line?
I guess I'm built to be intoxicated with hope
Sometimes it's a journey, most of the time it's just a bad joke
And in my skull there's a junk drawer I can't organize
The first to come in, last to leave we'll never be immortalized
This sort of life is completely overrated
I'm sick of being the only one I know that's trying to make it
So right now I'm heading home, got Sounds of Nature Volume 1 in
My headphones and half a bottle of Prednisone
That's the reaction to an overdose of passion
Brainless, stagnant, ain't it magic?
To hell with the kind of work you have to do to earn a living
All it does is fill the bellies of the pigs who exploit us
Look at me, I'm makin' it, I may live badly
But at least I don't have to work to do it
To all you workers out there: every single commodity you produce
Is a piece of your own death!
End of interview!
[Verse 1]
I'm so goddamn tired, can't tell if I'm done, or just uninspired
And don't give me that "you can be somebody" speech
That ain't your place, let me be
I'm an example of a candle lit life
With electric relaxation, brain trampled by devotion
To remote control channel changin'
Something provoked the whole globe to lower expectations
Damn, what's wrong with my generation?
We was the cream of the crop, but it seems we've been robbed
That's what happens when you trade in all your dreams for a job
And every day it gets less and less exciting
I would make a difference, but I'm busy faking this instead of trying
Change my shift from now to never, and I'll pretend I'm fine
Why am I always stuck at the shitty end of the assembly line?
I guess I'm built to be intoxicated with hope
Sometimes it's a journey, most of the time it's just a bad joke
And in my skull there's a junk drawer I can't organize
The first to come in, last to leave we'll never be immortalized
This sort of life is completely overrated
I'm sick of being the only one I know that's trying to make it
So right now I'm heading home, got Sounds of Nature Volume 1 in
My headphones and half a bottle of Prednisone
That's the reaction to an overdose of passion
Brainless, stagnant, ain't it magic?
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