The Few

It's exactly the same as it was before the revolution
Just a new load of people driving around in the black cars
And all the other people walking
The many slaving for the few

Yeah, I know my idea is to make sure I become one of the few

What's the point of being one of the few
I just thought about it a lot and I just think there's nothing there
You can get all the Rolls Royce's
All that dough all the country houses all the servants you want
And I just think there's nothing at the end of that road
No human life or nothing
That's why I just want to go that way
I just think it's all of us or none
I don't see the point of getting so rich and locking yourself up in that country mansion
Because sooner or later some cunt is gonna come around with a shotgun and blow your head off
Or whatever its nothing there
I'm sure of it



Credits
Writer(s): Jacob Caudill
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