Is it a tax cut bringing us hope, Is it a bailout bringing us change? Is it a face on a fucking magazine? What does it feel like to be chosen, To be alive in this golden age Nothing has changed, nothing will change, I have no hope
What's the point of hope when you're stuck inside the poverty trap? As you struggle to get free It will only pull you deeper Dad's laid off, barely getting by, But you're just above an invisible line You try to apply but get ( ) But don't worry change is coming
I'm sure if we all believe despicable inequities in access to a decent education will be remedied Hey kids, pop quiz if one society that doesn't emphasize education and one increasingly global labor market are on a collision course How long will it be till they collide?
The day after election day They said change wont come right away You fell for the fucking hype Hahahahahah You fell for the mother fucking hype
An inbox checked each day in vain Each silent 'no' a stabbing pain Months go by, you're losing hope Bills like daggers in envelopes Do you hope for death each day while sending out your resume? Don't you worry, never fear, the ambassador of hope is here
All the gods in heaven had a meeting to select him and they told their prophet Oprah of their choice Now the rain will turn to candy, cars will run on happiness and everywhere the people will rejoice
Sure you've got a job but in Bangalour they do it cheaper, just to save a buck you'll get the boot [The] boss [is] cutting costs, it's your benefits under the knife for profit it's the price that must be paid Don't look down when walking on the tightrope of the market for there is nothing to catch you when you fall Going out of business and your pension's going too, I'm sure the CEO is crying on his yacht
With the congress as his lapdog And the mandate he received I will not accept excuses I have taken shit for far too long
When your pills are more precious than gold It's obvious who has control Pill pushers are pulling the strings God help us Bankrupt Going through life uninsured, Which is worse the disease or the cure The rest of us trusted our lives to the free market Parasitic HMOs put price tags on our lives They lose money when we live and profit when we dieTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
