Screeching Weasel - Six Percent lyrics
[Screeching Weasel - Six Percent lyrics]
Don't let anyone tell you
You better grow up soon
Or face the consequences of a
Life not planned out
That's exactly what you need
I'm here to tell you
Leave the bullshit you've been taught behind
And find out for yourself
That work is slavery
And it makes you a slave
And I know it's easy for
Somebody like me to say
But, I dropped that fucking life
And I don't regret the bridges that I burned
Mistakes I made, they're what I learned from
Yes, you've gotta pay the
Rent and feed yourself
And then pay all the bills and
Taxes 'til you're ready to explode
And kill yourself and those who
Get in your way don't misunderstand me
I'm just trying to remind you that
Your life is not TV
And things don't just work out
Most of the time you're miserable
The American dream is an ugly fucking lie
A wild goose chase
You are here to make the richest
Six percent a little richer
Don't you want something better?
Don't you want something that lasts?
They're not your friends
They're your masters
And they don't care if you live or die
You've gotta get out on your own
You've gotta get out of this stupid town
And try to live for once
Instead of just existing
And I guarantee that pretty
Soon you're gonna see
That things aren't half as good or as
Bad as they used to seem
Now that you're a thorn in
The side of society
Now that you're part of the problem
The ruination of a system that keeps you down
Steals your money and your hope
And then smacks you around
Don't you want to get out of this town?
Don't you want to get out
Of this fucking life?
You better grow up soon
Or face the consequences of a
Life not planned out
That's exactly what you need
I'm here to tell you
Leave the bullshit you've been taught behind
And find out for yourself
That work is slavery
And it makes you a slave
And I know it's easy for
Somebody like me to say
But, I dropped that fucking life
And I don't regret the bridges that I burned
Mistakes I made, they're what I learned from
Yes, you've gotta pay the
Rent and feed yourself
And then pay all the bills and
Taxes 'til you're ready to explode
And kill yourself and those who
Get in your way don't misunderstand me
I'm just trying to remind you that
Your life is not TV
And things don't just work out
Most of the time you're miserable
The American dream is an ugly fucking lie
A wild goose chase
You are here to make the richest
Six percent a little richer
Don't you want something better?
Don't you want something that lasts?
They're not your friends
They're your masters
And they don't care if you live or die
You've gotta get out on your own
You've gotta get out of this stupid town
And try to live for once
Instead of just existing
And I guarantee that pretty
Soon you're gonna see
That things aren't half as good or as
Bad as they used to seem
Now that you're a thorn in
The side of society
Now that you're part of the problem
The ruination of a system that keeps you down
Steals your money and your hope
And then smacks you around
Don't you want to get out of this town?
Don't you want to get out
Of this fucking life?