Lyrics
On a long enough time line (fuck)
The survival rate for everyone drops to zero
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
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 f**king khakis
You're the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world
I'll be out of your way in a sec
Those motherfuckers!