The Ballad of Lonely Writer
What is this unheard song we all sing?
Students so silent day to day
Why think about what matters?
Fifty hours a week, brain washed
Empirical thoughts, fifty hours straight
Sit us down to listen and watch
Then they tie us down to work like slaves
Tell us to take it, show us the life
Media speaks, show us how we should live
Live, love, work, fuck
Lie down and die
People come and go,
We all have to fill the status quo
Marry young, it must be love
Marry young, have kids, sell yourself
Eighteen years, grandkids
The time again comes to be free
But you're a slave to your own skin
Hold us in five days a week
When at last you set us free
We're too stupid to know what we see
We never do what we wanted to
Hold out, never sing and shout
If you've discovered love it won't live
Dove wings spread wide upon the world
So many ties, ties hold us down
How could you see me in the haze?
When you fall down to society
Take it from another man
Have his kids, sell your soul, it must be love.
I see you've gone, but you left me years ago
So I follow suit, she's hot, how could I not?
The day's passed, I can't believe the past
All this time you thought the same
But the moment never came.
Now we've had our kids and we've grown old
But our time has passed,
Live, love, work, fuck, then lie down and die
A victim of the system.