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I'll barely make Any money this next year Probably just a few grand And I find it all quite queer That college and post B.A. Totaled about 120 grand I will probably be living here For another few years There is no upward mobility now America A fat and bloaded Debt ridden cow I suppose some day Maybe soon Everyone will be singing a different tune One EMP strike From China The systems will be down Not much food At the markets And no one in town This economic system Is not viable anymore George Soros' associates Buying up gold galore There is the super rich And the poor Board up those windows Store water and food The people are angry And in a bad mood The lies they have been told The lies they have been sold They work the day away And get to barely keep anything Anyway Debt and more debt They cannot pay 18 trillion dollars Piled high Piled up to the sky The Fed will print and print That's not a solution One can't put out a fire By pouring gas on a fire It's not the same Don't you see It's a dim future Here in America For you and me So look out for yourself Is what you should do Because in this society The middle class Is getting ***** I ate an avocado Or two Maybe a bit too much Yes I am full Adding popcorn To that lunch I sometimes expect For food to do Something more To help make this life Less than a total bore But all it does is fill The stomach again It's just food It just fills the stomach Not the emptiness within How many hours Do I spend alone How many hours Sitting in this home? It's just a program I say It spins around the sun And I'm here another day Hopefully my time will come To start a career Money- I do need some
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Aug 18, 2015
Aug 18, 2015 at 5:57 PM UTC
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I'll barely make Any money this next year Probably just a few grand And I find it all quite queer That college and post B.A. Totaled about 120 grand I will probably be living here For another few years There is no upward mobility now America A fat and bloaded Debt ridden cow I suppose some day Maybe soon Everyone will be singing a different tune One EMP strike From China The systems will be down Not much food At the markets And no one in town This economic system Is not viable anymore George Soros' associates Buying up gold galore There is the super rich And the poor Board up those windows Store water and food The people are angry And in a bad mood The lies they have been told The lies they have been sold They work the day away And get to barely keep anything Anyway Debt and more debt They cannot pay 18 trillion dollars Piled high Piled up to the sky The Fed will print and print That's not a solution One can't put out a fire By pouring gas on a fire It's not the same Don't you see It's a dim future Here in America For you and me So look out for yourself Is what you should do Because in this society The middle class Is getting ***** I ate an avocado Or two Maybe a bit too much Yes I am full Adding popcorn To that lunch I sometimes expect For food to do Something more To help make this life Less than a total bore But all it does is fill The stomach again It's just food It just fills the stomach Not the emptiness within How many hours Do I spend alone How many hours Sitting in this home? It's just a program I say It spins around the sun And I'm here another day Hopefully my time will come To start a career Money- I do need some
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Aug 18, 2015
Aug 18, 2015 at 5:57 PM UTC
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