You'll find out your knee jerks just like anybody else You look so young and full of danger Just a glorified rearranger In bed with the money changers Kissing
God, what a mess, on the ladder of success Where you take one step and miss the whole first rung Dreams unfulfilled, graduate unskilled It beats pickin
in the streets It's time to battle back with our minds and with our feet And as the war is waged on the everyday slaves They proclaim our problems stem from
In five years it'll burn inside you Will you look back and say you did all that you tried to They'll try hard each day to break you Until the day comes
Coming out of the womb the world feels like a tomb We're heavily indebted From the cradle to the grave, we're always slaves Always tugging at credit