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Good Riddance – Nobody Likes A Cynic lyrics
'Cause trash like you will never have the means with which to live
In any modicum of luxury or vague derivative
Of comfort, don't stray beyond your class.
You'll never crack this ceiling made of glass.
Oh, just live to work and then expire.
Keep your mouth shut, you might retire
To something more than debts stretched far beyond your means.
Pledge allegiance to the corporate machines.
Don't you dare step out of line,
Everything will be just fine
But you'd better mind your place.
Just learn to be a good consumer.
You're now a number,
You've no longer got a face.
Let my anger be my declaration,
My dissent, my participation.
Resistance isn't any use.
Just consume, obey and reproduce
The next working class who'll shoulder your burden of despair,
Your empty cries for a living wage; our system doesn't care.
(We don't care) That our system won't provide for public health.
(We don't care) That you're left out in the cold all by yourself.
We don't care.
In any modicum of luxury or vague derivative
Of comfort, don't stray beyond your class.
You'll never crack this ceiling made of glass.
Oh, just live to work and then expire.
Keep your mouth shut, you might retire
To something more than debts stretched far beyond your means.
Pledge allegiance to the corporate machines.
Don't you dare step out of line,
Everything will be just fine
But you'd better mind your place.
Just learn to be a good consumer.
You're now a number,
You've no longer got a face.
Let my anger be my declaration,
My dissent, my participation.
Resistance isn't any use.
Just consume, obey and reproduce
The next working class who'll shoulder your burden of despair,
Your empty cries for a living wage; our system doesn't care.
(We don't care) That our system won't provide for public health.
(We don't care) That you're left out in the cold all by yourself.
We don't care.
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