Modern Men, Modern Music Lyrics

I see so many pieces of shit

Flushed with cash

If the means carry the meaning

We only work for the end

I'm one of the forgotten ones

And we're with the millions

If you put your interests first

You could never be my friend

We're melting glaciers

As a sacrifice to the gods of wealth

It never trickles down

Plastic bottles

We all got our personal space man

And there will be an answer

Let it be, let it be

You're the shit that's left

All you're politic-tic-tic-tic-tics are a time bomb

The victims, the horses that carry your cart

High in the sky

You want a rainbow

To shine everyday

There will be a flood

Continuous rain

We all know what is good

What is true

Waiter! Pour me the answers

On the rocks

Bottom of the bottle

Is where I'll find my piece

My truth

My right

My truth, my right

My truth, my right

My truth, my right

My truth, my right

My truth, my right

My truth

We all know what is true

What is good

What is true

What is true