The Middle Children

You're not your job
You're not how much money you have in the bank
You're not the car you drive
You're not the contents of your wallet
You're not your fucking khakis
You're the all singing, all dancing crap of the world

Do not fuck with us

You're not your job
You're not how much money you have in the bank
You're not the car you drive
You're not the contents of your wallet
You're not your fucking khakis
You're the all singing, all dancing crap of the world
Do not fuck with us

Advertising has us chasing cars and clothes
Working jobs we hate so we can buy shit we don't need
We're the middle children of history man
No purpose or place
We have no great war
No great depression
Our great war is a spiritual war
Our great depression is our lives

We've all been raised on television to believe that one day we'd all be millionaires and movie gods and rock stars
But we won't
We're slowly learning that fact
And we're very, very pissed off

Do not fuck with us

You're not your job
You're not how much money you have in the bank
You're not the car you drive
You're not the contents of your wallet
You're not your fucking khakis
You're the all singing, all dancing crap of the world

Do not fuck with us

We've all been raised on television to believe that one day we'd all be millionaires and movie gods and rock stars
But we won't
We're slowly learning that fact
And we're very, very pissed off



Credits
Writer(s): Conrad P Hoyer
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