Now, I don't disagree --
It's a hell of a scene.
Jackson Square dropouts:
Avoid the police.
If the '80s were tough,
The '90s were mean.
All that was left for the desperate
Were these fax cash machines.

And that easy money
Never has anything.
With that kind of juice, man,
It ain't worth the squeeze.
But month by month,
I feel a change in the breeze,
So stop moving on;
Make your own history.

Now, if you want me to boil it down,
All you cynical bastards,
Get out of town.
Now, if you want me to boil it down,
All you cynical bastards,
Move a little faster.

But some people can't shake
The weight of the past.
Some people's hearts
Remain at half-mast.
It's downtown
Where it all intersects.
Some came from the mountain;
College kids from the west.

Not every suit lies
Right through the teeth,
There's good and there's bad
And there's some in between.
As I wait for the bus
Coming from the east,
The generations are proud
And your elbow grease.

I understand
If it's all a bit much.
It's a bit of a circus;
It's a little bit rough.
I heard this place
Was run by the mob,
Buying everyone off
Down at city hall.

And those Oakville moms,
They stick up their nose.
Those Burlington dads
Keep their dollars at home.
If you're the kind with nothing to say,
You heard about this party,
But you're praying for rain.

Move a little faster.

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Cynical Bastards song meanings
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