They won't sell what you want
They won't advertise what you need
Just a desire ,a corruptive drive
To take you for a fool and make your pocket bleed
I don't have greed
Or a vision to feed
My success is not based
On how my career does succeed
Happy tunes happy smiles and happy happiness
Tools of a trade that seeks to impress
To impose an ideal
Tell you how to feel
How to live
How to breathe
And in what God now
You need to believe
Strapped on a freight train
On a vertical take off , jet fighting plane
To a distant time of the honourable individual
Who holds nothing but free will
On their journey through swallowing no bitter pill