Generation Debt

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Generation Debt

And the talking heads sing the same song
Words rearranged but the message remains the same
The man in the back with a grin on his face
And his hands in your pockets
Searching for the pennies that you don’t have
Reaches in your mind and whisper
Don't you want credit?

And shiny new cars mocking you don’t belong
The Big screen televisions saying you gotta have one
So your mortgage the future generation
For instant gratification
Not a penny in your pocket, but mouths to feed
And the man is laughing cause he planted the seed
But who gives a fuck?

In the end it all comes down like a hammer
Puitting the final nail in the coffin
Your spirit dead and buried in debt
Your children hungry and the croc on TV shedding tears
Sights set on the future generation
Enslaved by your irresponsible actions
See what you’ve done generation debt?

And the beat goes on and clowns will dance
Like monkeys on the corner for pennies in a hat
With no place to rest their heads and troubled minds
With holes in their hearts and holes in their pockets
Wishing for enough pennies to buy a gun
To put a hole in their heads
Are we dead yet?