Nothing's amusin'
When the solution's revolution.
Pollution's turnin' us to mutants,
Vodka-drunk like Putin.
My business ain't mine no more.
Cross-eyed looks, using cash at the store.
Swipe the card, fill up with lard.
Nevermind the who's, why's, and what-for's.
What do we think is in store?
For all of us, not just the poor.
It's finally caught up; overlooking corrupt
Politicians, statisticians, and physicians...now you got multiple prescriptions.
Freedom's just a word to us.
Missed our chance to hop on that bus.
Apathy's a gateway drug.
Have you thinkin' how to get out of the hole you just dug
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