The longer we stay here
The more we spend
Time to say goodnight
It must come to an end
Excessive taking
Scarce giving
Leeches feeding
off the living
nightmares realised
wallet gone
guess whos the fool
on the jumbo tron
son's gone broke
daughter's naught a chance
hope the ceiling holds as we dance, dance
laughter echoing
across the empty store
the working are gone now
yet i still shop more
buy the happy pills
by the bottled life
it doesn't erase the memories
it doesn't rid the strife
yet we still pretend
that these are the answers
the selfishness caving in
our social cancers
