Prufrock Shadowrunner:
All together we just lost in the thicket of a**umptions
Changing the tracks confused at the junction
Limits to the fresh air
Ripping out my chest hair
Waking up in cold sweats shaking off the nightmares
Slim Moore:(x2)
I've heard them say times have changed
Prufrock Shadowrunner:
Many promises given a lot depending on the system
Money driven get some wisdom or its cuffed & off to prison
Gotta stay a good Samaritan
They shirt & tie they wearing in
The taxpayer funded conference at the Sheraton
Stay away from coffee
Nerves already got me
Working too long for little pay, time is costly
Retirement plans still ain't returning dividends
Wanna move up on the come up but I gotta pay the middleman
Back to an office desk job for a stint (damn)
To settle some debts & solidify rent
Now my co-workers found out I can rock a stage
They have all kinda ways, press me to engage
Internet search results, smile & they go to me
“never would have guessed you would be 1 to hustle poetry”
This is not a hustle its my life you damn marsupial
So please keep your face on your side of your cubicle
Slim Moore: (CHORUS)
I've been treated so bad for so long
That I don't even know whats right from whats wrong
I know its hard to believe it
But I can wake up every morning strong....
Oh baby
Prufrock Shadowrunner:
Gra** looker greener on a cultivated lawn
But there's only so many chemicals I can nibble on
From the 1's in our food to the endless perfumes
Need to come clean hold a fresh have a douche
Start seeing people equally
Im not speaking racially
Many will no longer take this sitting waiting patiently
Now to get our spines realigned with the times
Get your hands out the vinegar, your wallowing in brine
White collar crime bout to meet some resistance
Plan to wipe the commonwealth out of existence
Don't hold your tongue, step from the bottom rung
Messing with the hornets surprised when they get stung
Global deficiency
Handled efficiently
As many of the outspoken disappear suspiciously
Well I don't fear the white house, house of Commons none
Speak til I'm deported or silenced by a gun
Slim Moore: (CHORUS)
I've been treated so bad for so long
That I don't even know whats right from whats wrong
I know its hard to believe it
But I can wake up every morning strong....
Oh baby
Slim Moore:(x4)
I've heard them say times have changed