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.

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