The Hotelier
Our Lives Would Make a Sad, Boring Movie
To the people making life from lust
Abusing trust
And the fuckers who made fools out of the best of us:
You've swayed the public thought
That they're all that they've bought
And otherwise they're ugly people
That will soon be dust
To the schools that brought us up and had us 'socialized'
Teaching us the world through hall passes and single file lines
We are discouraged to ask questions or to raise a fist
No wonder nobody can tell there's something so fucking bigger than this
And we say everyday
That we won't grow up to live the lives that they do
And yet we only walk on footsteps that they set for us
Instead of clearing paths towards
Promised lands we dreamt about
And better worlds we read about
We leave our higher educations that we all 'must' get
With a signature stamped paper and a mound of debt
The bank has got us by the throat and then we're forced to settle
For the jobs we hate, 9 to 5, 40 hour, 40 years 'til the day
We are too weak to work, too frail to play
No friends or lovers because they all passed away
We've waited for this day all our lives long
And on our death bed the stereo plays our favorite teenage anthem song
And we sing along
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh
We sing along
Oh-oh-oh-oh
We sing along
We sing along
We sing along
We sing along
And to white, middle-class, suburban kids:
Start dealing with your privileges
Smash your TV, read a book
Or see the world instead
Enjoy the simple things in life because you can
Like your family, friends, community, and local bands
If there's one thing in your life that you'll never forget
It's that we're dead in our future but we're not dead yet
Your life starts right now so start acting like it
Or else you'll wake up one day feeling like a silhouette