Testo Nobody Likes A Cynic

Because 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 Just live to work and then expire Keep your mouth shut you might retire With something more then 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 learnt 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 your left Out in the cold all by yourself We don't care