Worker's Lament

There are voices growing in the city
There are people turning old before they're thirty
There are people confused from too much too early
There are memories

I'm much too young to feel this way
And everyone I know is acting just the same
So how could it just be me
Still I could be projecting
Instead of introspecting

What does it take to just be free
Of all my responsibility
To this greenback worshiping society
And all the stress it brings to me
And all my friends are stressed like me

There are accidents reoccurring
There are people turning old before they're thirty
There are people confused from too much too early
There are memories

Children in the street they're learning
To live alone and beg for bread
No home at the age of ten
So what does money mean to them
What does society mean to them

An old bum once said to me
That they are going to get me
I wonder what they did to him
They're out there running things he said
They're out there running things he said



Credits
Writer(s): Thomas Markey
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