2 Cents
They’re screaming about a catastrophe
The new flavor of the year
Pure starbux yuppie hypocrisy
Its doomed to disappear
The truth is never factored in
They worship hype and spin
And act like the authority on
Intelligence and zen
If having a real perspective on life
Means Im weathering the storm all alone,
Well then, I’ll call it my own
But I’ll be dreaming of home...
A place where I can lay my head
And know that I belong, all along...
But I’ve got to be strong
Cuz its been too long...
They’re all screaming of blasphemy
Someone has crossed a line
A line that some are blind to see
How can that be a crime?
People just don’t give a shit
Just think about themselves
But keep dreaming of heaven
While on earth, creating hell.
The new flavor of the year
Pure starbux yuppie hypocrisy
Its doomed to disappear
The truth is never factored in
They worship hype and spin
And act like the authority on
Intelligence and zen
If having a real perspective on life
Means Im weathering the storm all alone,
Well then, I’ll call it my own
But I’ll be dreaming of home...
A place where I can lay my head
And know that I belong, all along...
But I’ve got to be strong
Cuz its been too long...
They’re all screaming of blasphemy
Someone has crossed a line
A line that some are blind to see
How can that be a crime?
People just don’t give a shit
Just think about themselves
But keep dreaming of heaven
While on earth, creating hell.
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