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It’s about the American dream To make more than you need Through corporate greed And pyramid schemes, So I guess I’m not asleep Since I eat rice and beans In a crummy C.F. Apartment, Or what’s left of that Ten by ten compartment I can barely afford, Like the ****** Degree that was supposed To reward my hard effort By leading me toward A corner office Or something Like that I should desire, But **** it, Let’s get higher, I’m getting bored, And my heart is heavy, And I’ve been Forsaken By the country that Bred me Yet expects me To slap on some flak And attack Fathers and sons and brothers In Iraq Over nothing But ideological Fluff And political stuffing, It’s nothing It’s nothing It’s nothing It’s just not worth The time or frustration To engage in This nation’s Procreation Of condemnation Of logical reason, Though reasoning Lies not in the Eye of the reasoner Or that of the reasoned, It’s gotta be easier Than achieving Appeasement Through please And leasing Thank yous To random Strangers, But if You believe They, like you, Are human Then the danger Is fleeting, Cuz they’re feeling The same feelings, The sane feelings of The chronically Sure, The always right, Everything in its Right place, Yea I know Tommy, I must endure And try to say I should try to save The knaves, But life’s so easy As a slave, You buy your Goods And pave the way For impoverished hoods And hoodwinked Majorities Who’ve already Made The sacrifices Necessary For the necessary To get paid, Hope you did some good With that bogus bonus Mr. Suit and tie And perfect life With the plastic wife And bank account You’ll never drain, No matter how many Times you make it rain On upscale hookers, It runs too deep To keep all to your Selfish selves, But I guess it’s our Faults we don’t wear The leadership caps Cuz we should’ve pulled Ourselves up by our ******* boot straps And made something of Ourselves, right? Those that deserve To make the big bucks Make it happen, right? Time for the forgotten ***** to put up a fight.
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Nov 24, 2011
Nov 24, 2011 at 12:26 PM UTC
--It's Not About Hugging Trees--
It’s about the American dream To make more than you need Through corporate greed And pyramid schemes, So I guess I’m not asleep Since I eat rice and beans In a crummy C.F. Apartment, Or what’s left of that Ten by ten compartment I can barely afford, Like the ****** Degree that was supposed To reward my hard effort By leading me toward A corner office Or something Like that I should desire, But **** it, Let’s get higher, I’m getting bored, And my heart is heavy, And I’ve been Forsaken By the country that Bred me Yet expects me To slap on some flak And attack Fathers and sons and brothers In Iraq Over nothing But ideological Fluff And political stuffing, It’s nothing It’s nothing It’s nothing It’s just not worth The time or frustration To engage in This nation’s Procreation Of condemnation Of logical reason, Though reasoning Lies not in the Eye of the reasoner Or that of the reasoned, It’s gotta be easier Than achieving Appeasement Through please And leasing Thank yous To random Strangers, But if You believe They, like you, Are human Then the danger Is fleeting, Cuz they’re feeling The same feelings, The sane feelings of The chronically Sure, The always right, Everything in its Right place, Yea I know Tommy, I must endure And try to say I should try to save The knaves, But life’s so easy As a slave, You buy your Goods And pave the way For impoverished hoods And hoodwinked Majorities Who’ve already Made The sacrifices Necessary For the necessary To get paid, Hope you did some good With that bogus bonus Mr. Suit and tie And perfect life With the plastic wife And bank account You’ll never drain, No matter how many Times you make it rain On upscale hookers, It runs too deep To keep all to your Selfish selves, But I guess it’s our Faults we don’t wear The leadership caps Cuz we should’ve pulled Ourselves up by our ******* boot straps And made something of Ourselves, right? Those that deserve To make the big bucks Make it happen, right? Time for the forgotten ***** to put up a fight.
mike-bergeron
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Nov 24, 2011
Nov 24, 2011 at 12:26 PM UTC
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