CHEERS AND BEERS

the man who walks in shadows
is the man who stalks the spectre of destruction.
there is nothing worth redeeming, nothing is redemption...
when all we can see are barcodes amidst molten rivers of commodification!
rebellion is the new sensation, "yeah, fuck the man"
"hey look at me me, I can scull so many more beers than you"
and they will co-opt and disarm the spirit and the vision
but why should I care because...
"hey look at me, I can $kuLL $o many more beer$ than you!"

PRESCRIPTION FOR DECENT LIVING

Birth...
School...
Job...
Marriage...
Materialism...
Mortgage...
Death!

Now I'm working a good job
Now I'm paying a high cost
Now I'm working a shit job
Now my thinking is all lost

And the cash is all MINE!

Mine...
Mine...
Mine...
Mine...
Mine...
Mine...

Birth...
School...
Job...
Marriage...
Materialism...
Mortgage...
Death!

Now I'm living the good life
Now I'm fucking a nice wife
Now I'm living a true life
Now I'm bashing a fat wife

And the bitch is all all MINE!

Mine...
Mine...
Mine...
Mine...
Mine...
Mine...

Birth...
School...
Job...
Marriage...
Materialism...
Mortgage...
Death!

Now I'm pissing in my pants
Now I'm thinking I've done well
Now I'm shitting in my pants
Now I'm going straight to hell

And the house is all MINE!

Mine...
Mine...
Mine...
Mine...
Mine...
Mine...

Life is so good!