A short piece, about the people who were all rebels when they were younger, now in the same jobs they were against back then. "The hell with capitalism" then a few years later "Well Hell, it's a job."
rap english that is all
I just figured I'd write it one day. Just a short verse and what could be called a chorus I suppose. These people who act all highbrow because they listen to rebellious music or music you don't know about...they'll settle, like everyone else seems to.
Lyrics
I got to ask, how long you think this job'll last?
Until you're old and gotten past it; sleepy head is nodding fast?
Remember being a kid before the start of work and taking orders?
Half your time was spent chasing your favourite actor's autograph
You had ideals then; no backstabbing colleagues, real friends
You were powerful, but now you wonder where your steel went
Because you're just another copper pipe in the system now
Life is a living now; remember what it was like to be a kid but
Now you're stuck in this 9 to 5 until it's time to die
You were quite a guy but then adult life arrived
No more getting drunk and high and trying to drive
Now you're in an existence where you're only something like alive
Remember the Marxist kid? "The hell with capitalism!"
To anyone that happened to listen; all for smashing the system
You had a vision; you were out to battle religion
Rebels; battalion punk bands; rallies and drunk stands
But now you're happy once you've got a promotion
Lost your emotion in all the havoc; all the office commotion
Just a drop in the ocean; who you were is your enemy
Seems what you learned in the seventies is burned from your memory
Now your kids are misbehaving at school, breaking the rules
"Where the hell'd he get it from?" Well you made 'em you fool
I guess your life has one way; only reason I despair
Is cause I'm the way you were...so I'll be like that some day
THEN your philosophy was "try to be best"
NOW it's all Monopoly and buying respect
THEN you only cared about the time that you get
NOW you only care about the price on your head
THEN you used to think of doing things because you could
NOW doing what you're meant to do and thinking what you should
THEN you fell in love with any nice arse and breasts
NOW you fall in love with any middle class address
