Nobody Likes A Cynic Lyrics - Good Riddance

Because trash like you will never have 

The means with which to live 

In any modicum of luxury 

Or vague derivative 

Of comfort don stray beyond your class 

Youl never crack this ceiling made of glass 

Just live to work and then expire 

Keep your mouth shut you might retire 

With something more then debts 

Stretched far beyond your means 

Pledge allegiance 

To the corporate machines 

Don you dare step out of line 

Everything will be just fine 

But you better mind your place 

Just learnt to be a good consumer 

Youe now a number 

Youe no longer got a face 

Let my anger be my declaration 

My dissent my participation 

Resistance isn any use 

Just consume, obey and reproduce 

The next working class whol shoulder 

Your burden of despair 

Your empty cries for a living wage 

Our system doesn care we don care 

That our system won provide 

For public health 

We don care that your left 

Out in the cold all by yourself 

We don care