Dying for a fashion,
Buy what you need not what you need to have.
The seventies ideals got marketed and sold to the eighties.
Cracks in the wall, break it down! Break it down!
Quit your job and sell your TV,
Cramped into a diseased train riding the same hour each day,
Drown your thoughts with intoxicated living,
We breathe each others air but we sweat away our own fear,
These days are for living but we decide to buy our way into happiness,
Without receipt, forfeited dreams carried away in an ambulance.
Ambivalent arrogance, assisted suicide of all feeling,
Tireless monotonous driven to extreme dizzying heights,
When we fall we only have each other to land on.














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Quit your job and sell your TV,"
You almost sound like a TV yourself, yelling at the reader. Strong, and powerful.
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Oh show me the way to the next whiskey bar, oh don't ask why. Oh, don't ask why.
should be used to it by now
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