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抰 stray beyond your class
You抣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
Don抰 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
You抮e now a number
You抳e no longer got a face
Let my anger be my declaration
My dissent my participation
Resistance isn抰 any use
Just consume, obey and reproduce
The next working class who抣l shoulder
Your burden of despair
Your empty cries for a living wage
Our system doesn抰 care we don抰 care
That our system won抰 provide
For public health
We don抰 care that your left
Out in the cold all by yourself
We don抰 care