An ominous day dream/nightmare about the collapse of capitalism turned almost catchy pop song. NOT!
We got stoned by the tracks when I got to thinking about how everyones broke, miserable and scared of the mail and telephone... Shit! It's every sucker for themselves! CEOs should be laughing in your face. They've got an inside joke thats sick enough to kill. We've got pills. We've got booze. We've got everything it takes to lose any little bit of sanity to your name. Poor bastard, don't cry for a dead dream and a sullen lullaby. Where do you go when the beast leaves you for dead? You use your last ounce of strength to put the beast to sleep!
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