Culture Loses to the Dollar

Packing up all of my things, then I’ll head to the city
You know I don’t have any money, but I still have time
I try to be strong, but there’s something that’s pushing me backwards
Some kind of invisible force, with no name
Help I’m caught in a
Baby boomer fever dream, and they
Didn’t leave a thing for me
Now the man’s gonna tear this down
Yes the man’s gonna tear this whole thing down
And they always do it on my dime
Culture loses to the dollar every damn time
Just take me back to the days of wine and roses
Wasn’t so long ago things would work out overnight
Tell me that I’m being lied to, and I’ll believe you
How much is it gonna to cost see the light
Help I’m caught in a
Baby boomer fever dream, and it’s
Hard to think what could have been
And we’re hanging by a thread
We’ll keep hanging by a thread for a really long while
And when nothing else comes to mind
Culture loses to the dollar every damn time