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 donæÅ ° stray beyond your class
YouæÅ £l 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
DonæÅ ° you dare step out of line
Everything will be just fine
But you抎 better mind your place
Just learnt to be a good consumer
YouæÅ ®e now a number
YouæÅ ³e no longer got a face
Let my anger be my declaration
My dissent my participation
Resistance isnæÅ ° any use
Just consume, obey and reproduce
The next working class whoæÅ £l shoulder
Your burden of despair
Your empty cries for a living wage
Our system doesnæÅ ° care we donæÅ ° care
That our system wonæÅ ° provide
For public health
We donæÅ ° care that your left
Out in the cold all by yourself
We donæÅ ° care