Lyrics

There’s a reason we’re so frantic
Change of mood is so erratic
Old white men make all decisions
A guillotine starts with a small incision
How much longer can we keep this up?

Throw on the scrap heap of all that we know
The notion that we are running the show
We need a new way of routine and thinking
It’s not just me and you, everyone’s sinking

Three steps forward and then four steps back
Where we’re headed there’s no turning back
A golden calf for when the market crashes
Burn it all down then piss on the ashes
How much longer can we keep this up?

Throw on the scrap heap of all that we know
The notion that we are running the show
We need a new way of routine and thinking
It’s not just me and you, everyone’s sinking