They Got Us Believing
They got us head over broken heels believing
Believing in the everlasting entity of more
More money means more of, ahh, hmmm, more what?
More power? More happiness? More hope? More security?
Security to keep on living a
Consuming snowballed existence
This mortal quest for more money
Keeps the thumb dug in more than anything
They entrap you with shiny lights
Loud voices and famous faces
Turds polished as presents
All kinds of tremendous trickery
Has been invested into the modern way
To keep you interested
To keep you in check
For as long as your searching
For what they want of you
Then they’ve got you made
They own you in that moment
From the radio call in cash prize
to the stink of stale beer
Going down sour slot machines
To the life changing lottery, you won’t win
To the spirit crushing jobs spun
On the corporate rat wheel
Mix in the social status of owning this
And having that
And it’s all designed against you
The common man only stands to lose
When bargaining his chips
Against the idea of more