Money's not my god. its not my only thought. fuck the ones who judge by how much cash you got. fuck the ones who go to the classy, corporate spots. still here in boston theres not a single squat tell me that i suck cuz i cant afford the bars. look down on my cuz i cant afford the cars. higher up the ladder, the fall is just as far. possissions for the chains that they are you work heres your salary you rent. heres your sitcom you buy. heres your alcohol you die. heres your napalm, you work. heres your six pack, you rent. heres your couch, you buy. heres your gun, you die to get the fuck out in ignorance. you sleep its time to wake up

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    General Commentthis is one of my favorite tracks by this band, makes a really good point
    GuerrillaXthreaTon June 11, 2003   Link
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    General CommentJesus, those lyrics are so wrong. Id write them correctly if I felt like getting my ass up to the dresser.
    moldykornon February 07, 2005   Link

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