nobody likes a cynic

Good Riddance

Because trash like you will never have
The means with which to live
In any modicum of luxury
Or vague derivative
Of comfort donæ?° stray beyond your class
Youæ?£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

Donæ?° you dare step out of line
Everything will be just fine
But youæ?? better mind your place
Just learnt to be a good consumer
Youæ?®e now a number
Youæ?³e no longer got a face

Let my anger be my declaration
My dissent my participation

Resistance isnæ?° any use
Just consume, obey and reproduce
The next working class whoæ?£l shoulder
Your burden of despair
Your empty cries for a living wage
Our system doesnæ?° care we donæ?° care

That our system wonæ?° provide
For public health
We donæ?° care that your left
Out in the cold all by yourself
We donæ?° care