Bridge And Tunnel - The Flea Marketers lyrics

Pull up a chair to the table We're airing our grievances boldly Oh the privilege of a post-college crisis And the subsequent traveling Next year's concessions set in revelry And our policies with beer money Some stories should never be told Through coarse can*ls of microphones Our dreams serve as competition For these bullsh** repetitions We're retelling the lies we've been told And reselling the sh** we've been sold Their pat on our back is the thorn in our side You tried to pa** the torch But it burnt me alive You're up against the ropes And I'm sitting ringside We're more than the lies that we've been told We're more than the sh** that we've been sold Someday we'll run our course Like a wave pushed across the Atlantic So sing softly now Leave it to uncertain words and overtones