Tuesday, November 14, 2017

the selling out

you first saw them live playing in some beat up dive
you clung to the scene so you could socially survive

but it was alright, it was okay
we stuck it to the man the whole way
getting shitfaced and singing along
screaming how their old structures are wrong
we were changing the world with each song

how could it be an anarchist lands a record deal?
and how the hell could she abandon all her ideals?

if you don't understand, it's okay
just down another beer
live another day
go to college, get your degree
get a career
start your next phase
make room for the next kids to take the stage

it's so strange
how these rules don't apply both ways
they're accused for making the same money you're paid
and you never really believed the things you said,
'cause...

you woke up the next day to be on time for your job
you woke up the next day to be on time for your job
you woke up the next day to be on time for your job
you woke up the next day to be on time for your job

so how could you understand
when "it is what it is" and "you have to do it in the end"
and if you can make excuses why can't they?
when you're both looking forward to your payday
take some time, hear what I say
we're selling out together everyday

 ~
We're among them-- and when we finally give up we become them!
We're living on borrowed time here.
Every minute of our life is a minute we steal from them!
You see them out there. You know that when we die-- we become them.
 You think we hide behind scenes or songs to protect us from the selling out!
Don't you get it?
We ARE the selling out!
~

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