Don't Go Chasing The Market

As far back as I could remember, I knew what I wanted to be
The most useless human on the face of the Earth
Spare change in the couch to scale against my worth
Admittedly, it takes a pretty dim view of one definition of utility
Coz I know the city fathers cannot be asked to bother
With scant commercial opportunity

We have to be meant for more than repeatedly taking it on the chin
More than bemused adults ineptly chasing dreams we had as kids
I've tried nothing, I'm all out of ideas, no end to this world of hell in sight
But we got to put our heads together if we're gonna last the night

Ensconced within a system that demands a piece of heart or a pound of flesh
They say "Thank you for your efforts, here's the fruit of your toil
If you're still alive to eat what's left"
The gifts we receive from preceding generations - no optimism, only dread
To be technically alive but passionately dead
God forbid I want some roses coupled with my bread

We have to be meant for more than repeatedly taking it on the chin
More than bemused adults ineptly chasing dreams we had as kids
I've tried nothing, I'm all out of ideas, no end to this world of hell in sight
But we got to put our heads together if we're gonna last the night

We have to be meant for more than repeatedly taking it on the chin
More than bemused adults ineptly chasing dreams we had as kids
I've tried nothing, I'm all out of ideas, no end to this world of hell in sight
But we got to put our heads together if we're gonna last the night

Practice never made perfect, me and the owners don't see eye to eye
I can't get for the life of me the value placed
Against the game for which I go out and die
Don't go chasing the market - is your only role to meet a demand?
Coz in the evergreen war of art versus commerce
I know you know where I make my stand