It's these long hot summer days
They make my eyes bleed
Stage of pretentious plays
Designer tattoos and weed
It takes it all to stay afloat
It's upper kid class gloat
That's gonna sink this boat

Feeblemind

There are no layoffs
There is no minimum wage
No pits to stare in despair
In a golden cage
The wretched suffer
Behind the stage

The thoughts you play
Don't sink too deep
The world on display
Makes you want to sleep
Turmoil in the lungs
Fangs in my brain
From the summer smiles
I can't hide my disdain

First are always the rats
Con job's art and IT drones
Fill the landlords vacant flats
The last to leave are our bones