Success Story
Wake your ass up and get going another day awaits
Goddamnit how I groan thinking of the idiots I'll
hafta face today,
How is it that me, being just another one on this
assembly line of shit, am singled out to be the one
they gotta fuck with?
Is it my demeanor I often wonder, the attitude of
discontent or maybe its the downright contempt
that pours out of my mouth
Oh, acid drips from my lips so easily when I see
that one guy in a tie sitting his fat ass behind a
desk leering at my form
In his back pocket he has more money than I'll
have in my next paycheck and he bitches and
gripes about his yacht..
what the fuck is a barnacle anyway?
I laugh as I get dressed wondering just what I'll
wear that day to cause a commotion but why?
No not why but yeahhh
Harmony never sat well with me when I see kids
sitting in the gutter cause their parents were out
sucking up the pounds
Fucking morons procreating and then ignoring
the little creatures or pawning them off on others
or tossing a key at 'em
Wouldn't it be something if they could feel that?
The fear of waiting for 9 hours alone in a dark
hallway so they can have "what I never had"
Yeah I'm sure they really appreciate the new bicycle
'Course they can't ride the thing cause there's noone to watch
Whine and cry little one but all you get for your
seeking of love is your tiny bones smacked around
Simple psychology is it?
Big house, Big car, Big money, Big everything, equals
"I made it" or is it only the illusion that puts blinders
on them, illusion of prosperity?
Yes oh hell you gotta have that three car garage lad.
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