Chatterbox and the Latter Day Satanists - Cellar World | Текст песни

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I don't wanna sing about being fucking broke,
I'd like to ask more questions besides, "Do you got a smoke?"
And I think there's something better that I have to say,
But i just can't seem to put my finger on it anyway,
This job I work is draining the life right out of me,
And I feel as though I'm getting farther from truly being free,
They say you gotta play the game, if you're ever gonna break out,
But I slave away all day and I'm still in economic drought.

But I don't care about petty things, materialism is a drag,
But it seems to me this world came attached to a price tag,
Get a life so you can pay your bills and pay your rent,
You'll be appalled to find the truth in how your tax dollars are spent.

I'm too fucking tired, to have any sort of life,
And I'm starting to fear that we've already lost the fucking fight,
But I swear to a god I don't believe in, I haven't given up,
I'm not ready to dig a hole and abandon all my fucks,
But when I think about my lack of faith, it's not entirely true,
Cause I happen to believe in a god thats inside of all of you,
And I'd like to think there might even be a little bit in me,
But only time will tell maybe one day we will see.

This wasteland is too beautiful, there should be much more hope,
Good folks shouldn't have to cope by shooting up with fucking dope,
And I don't know if God exists beyond you and I,
But he's probably hanging out with Satan,
Laughing at us in the sky.

And if that bastard ever intended for us to be free,
Then why'd he create the IRS, FBI, and PIC,
Well fuck it all, does anything matter anyway?
But if were gonna change anything, we should probably start today.

We have no rights, there is no future, but we've gotta take it back,
The gang that controls all our lives, deserves to be attacked,
But I know the chance of any of us being able to make bail,
And revolution will be accompanied by most of us in jail.

And I know I don't have the bail,
And i don't wanna rot in jail,
But I'm sick of things being this way,
This world feels like more of a cell everyday.

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