And you sit with your money and your treasures in a row
Saying "Please Mother! Please! Can we have a little more?"
We were hardly trained to take those first steps out the door
So you fall for the panic as the news heads shout and blare
Of an old Iron Curtain and a terrorism scare
But just keep buying purses and democracy repairs
Clean living underneath the dollar's crush
But still we will live outside our means
Who cares whose fingers pull the thread through clothe
As long as we have designer jeans
And the girls are so lonely 'cause they buy it even more
That they'll be satisfied with the lifestyles of a whore
And the boys are cads and bounders cause' they took their cues from porn
And they must have a lover or they're never satisfied
Oh they say they've found love, but they've only ever cried
If this is being adults then the world's told us a lie
How can you warm up when you're hearts gone cold?
Schlitz Gold, I'm told
How can you man up when you're musket's old?
Massoud , I'm told
Corporate Agenda, with a fake trendsetter
No way , I want I better
Hipster Snob with a Faux-fur sweater
So lame, I want better
So lame, we need better
And you sit with your money and your treasures in a row
Saying "Please Mother! Please! Can we have a little more?"
We were hardly trained to take those first steps out the door
So you fall for the panic as the news heads shout and blare
Of an old Iron Curtain and a terrorism scare
But just keep buying purses and democracy repairs
We were hardly trained to take those first steps out the door
It's like we're pushing daisies right before we're even born