Jaded

Ol' Johnny works pretty hard. He drives people 'round the boulevard. He takes cash and he takes card and tips. When he gets home from a long workday Sheds his shoes cracks a cold IPA. Flips on the tube glued to the display he sips. His tired eyelids droop half closed as he stops thinking. Tasty neurotoxic bubbles coat his throat from drinking. It loosens all his muscles. In the couch his butt is sinking. A talking head spouts BS in hopes of hoodwinking. It's not really fulfilling to do this shit just for a shilling. And it makes me less willing to know A third goes to Uncle Sam killing. People I'll never see I'm told it's to export democracy. And they look bad on TV well I guess it's legit why not trust NBC? Joanne's debt runs pretty deep. But she's sick of loosing sleep. On top of that her boss is a creep, Dipshit. After weeks of being over worked Her boss tried to take off her skirt. She'd had enough said your such a jerk, I quit! Joanne drives away fretting her next occupation. She cranks the volume blasting guitars from a radio station. She pulls up to the bar grants herself a needed vacation. The song is cut off to make room for a suit's half brained oration It's not really fulfilling to do this shit just for a shilling. And it makes me less willing to know A third goes to Uncle Sam killing. People I'll never see I'm told it's to export democracy. And they look bad on TV well I guess it's legit why not trust AT & T? While Joanne knocks a couple back. Johnny learns about a new cutback. He said come on cut me some slack. I'm at my brink. Despite all of his effort. He can tell he's gonna come up short. Might as well just click abort And go drink. Johnny spots Joanne alone at the bar. This is his chance. He buys her whiskey and Joanne asks Johnny if he can dance. They get to talking sharing laughter 'bout their shared circumstance. Locking arms they onto the bar shouting out chants. It's not really fulfilling to do this shit just for a shilling. And it makes me less willing to know A third goes to Uncle Sam killing. People I'll never see I'm told it's to export democracy. And they look bad on TV well I guess it's legit why not trust Disney? Cuz Mickey Mouse would never lie to me Except about the happiest place on earth Indoctrinating all the children since birth Pretend it's harmless, just to entertain When it's really the tickets to molding our brains We adapt, we get addicted to the convenience Through inaction, condone mistreatment But hey- at least you're spoiled for choices A media landscape with hundreds of voices All the game, news, shows, and movies you see Come from just five companies The same ones that film with the D.O.D. Ask yourself, where'd you get your reality? They're all apart of everything we see or read Bite the hand that feeds me poison, make it bleed Copyright that lasts a hundred years But we all look so cute in our mouse ears