I know you've become disheartened and disillusioned with the current state of affairs.
Your stocks have fallen, your investments have failed you.
The man whom you took orders from has been ordered to jail by his and your subordinates.
You question what this world is coming to?
What is the profit margin when you are forced to pay into the marginalized,
Where's the glory you dreamt of as a child, dressed as a cowboy, your play gun pointed at real targets,
Your mother holding her tongue as your father consoles you with the words, "It's just boy's stuff."
You joined his fraternity, you grew into his old suits,
You acquired his beliefs, you embodied his dreams and with them his oversights.
How long did you think it would last?
Your stocks have fallen, your investments have failed you.
The man whom you took orders from has been ordered to jail by his and your subordinates.
You question what this world is coming to?
What is the profit margin when you are forced to pay into the marginalized,
Where's the glory you dreamt of as a child, dressed as a cowboy, your play gun pointed at real targets,
Your mother holding her tongue as your father consoles you with the words, "It's just boy's stuff."
You joined his fraternity, you grew into his old suits,
You acquired his beliefs, you embodied his dreams and with them his oversights.
How long did you think it would last?