kids of divorce engaged to failure
falling out of love with their student loans
getting good jobs in playing dead
for 40 hours a week for 40 years on the rolls
he who fucks nuns later joins the church
in the sad small towns where fascism sells
the youth have hope but give 'em enough rope
and they'll hang themselves from wedding bells
hunters and gatherers enjoying the fruits of progress
watching the same shows in the same empty apartments
hiding from the debt collectors and dreaming of work
the abandoned children of God demanding child support
there must be something human still left in this being
the lack of meaning is also a meaning
the lack of feeling is also a feeling
but don't press my face to the floor and call it a ceiling