They'll cut tax for crooked and corporate They'll buy your pride and make you Want what they don't know how to sell The kickback is all talk and no throws 'Cause education only taught you what they want you to know Yeah, sure ♪ Yeah, sure The cash grabs and boomer semantics Our dreams are murdered by the mortgage every first of the month So sit back and tune out the false flags The consolation is something you'll never get back Everyone, everyone around me slipped blindly into the molds they made Everyone, everyone lies to me, lies to me They'll mark every outlier as an enemy of the state If they don't look just like me Do you even stop to think? ♪ Everyone, everyone around me slipped blindly into the molds they made Everyone, everyone lies to me, lies to me ♪ That Harry Bailey is a monster He squandered everything Every penny that his brother had to offer He squandered everything He squandered everything And I would let it all out But you prefer the fiction And I would let it all out And I would let it all out But you prefer the bullshit Everyone, everyone around me slipped blindly into the molds they made Everyone, everyone lies to me, lies to me Everyone, everyone around me slipped blindly into the molds they made Everyone, everyone lies to me, lies to me Yeah, sure Yeah, sure