Mercenary Soul

Like Yeats said, "That is no country for old men"
And like so many other things, he was right
But he was referring to Byzantium
Not Burlington on a Thursday night

The place is still delicious and shameless
The only way she'll ever be
But college play by day and nighttime shameless
That's why such strange, simple speciments fit in, like me

But don't confuse nostalgia with naivety
It's simply true that there it's different
Ravaged as everywhere by Morpheus' revenge
Still some things remain consistent

Just remember sometimes that they are out to get you
And do not forget who you are
This world's so ugly, It's so commonplace to disrespect you
Oh what the fuck is wrong with us? how did we get this far

For when the only language that is heard is force
And all the ways that you can shatter
Whatever image one might have in life
Since you must be weak for such a thing to matter

Once, long, long ago, there were still landlines
Way back when we thought for ourselves
Back when we made our own decisions
And we used computers just for help

But I guess this world is fond of hiding
And honesty is bought and sold
Such things have proved so true for loyalty
For we are all part of a mercenary soul