Your Father Was A Scorn Filled Alcoholic Cop And Mother Wasn't Far Behind You Were Ripe For The Adverse Running And So Ready To Defy The Right Your Fashion Was The Anti-Fashion Approved Your Music Was The Latest Whatever Core Trend A Tattooed Body With A Mind For Rent An Adolescent Iconoclast, Iconoclast
Fall Into The Ranks Aligned Cattle-Pressed Pushed To The Left So Anti-This And Anti-That That Somewhere Along The Way You Forgot To Laugh
Taking Every Cause You Could Champion You Were An Overnight Political Machine You Carried Forth The Flag Of Your Elders And Quoted Marx For The Class-Bound Breed Throwing Rocks Through The Corporate Windows Great Destroyer Of The Economic Lie You Got One More Year For The Oppressed And A Lifetime To Be All You Once Despised
With Career Opportunities The Tidal Waves Of Pressure Mount Reality Is One Hard Blow So You Gave Back Your "Scene Card" And Checked Out
You Had A Dream Once, But Now Its Sold Assets, Equity, Financial Gain? All Of Your Protests, All Of The Unrest Gone Like A Song, Never To Be Heard Again Dead End Workdays? Remember What You Hoped What You Always Thought You'd Be?
How Does It Feel To Reject It Walk Away, Then Run? To Turn Your Back And Trample All Of Them Into The Ground?
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