The Overload Yard Act

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1]
I’m shaking up my eight ball, cause I’m trying to see
What tomorrow’s world has got in store for me
Yeah, freedom don’t come cheap
I’m bartering hard with no room to give
Living my life as if my head ain’t a complete sieve
Hold your horses, bandage up its bloodied knees
Poor thing’s been exhausted since '83
But from the causeway it’s hard to see the full extent of the damage
You couldn’t see the woods for the trees
Fuck me, how am I supposed to cope
In the age of the gentrified savage, thеre’s no hope
Kids thesе days, they think they’ve been outnumbered
But they’ve never even looked at an iron lung like I did once
They’ve got the whole thing wrong, just bumbling along on the bottom rung
Sucking each other off and huffing designer bongs
It's a constant hit, it’s not worth what you're paying for it
In my day, the gear on the street was so weak
You could eat your ambition in a matter of weeks
Just trying to envision the peak and that’s bleak
And that's bleak

[Chorus]
The overload of discontent
The constant burden of making sense
It won’t relent, it won't repent
How to remain in dissonance
The overload of discontent
The constant burden of making sense
It won’t relent, it won't repent
How to remain in dissonance