Misery Index - Defector (Thining The Herd) Lyrics
The heard grows thinYour father was a scorn-filled alcoholic cop,and mother wasn't far behindYou were ripe for the adverse running,and so ready to defy the rightYour fashion was the anti-fashion approved,your music was the latest whatever-core trendA tattooed body with a mind for rent,an adolescent iconoclastFall Into the ranks aligned,cattle-pressed pushed to the leftso anti-this and anti-that,that somewhere along the way you forgot to laughTaking every cause you could champion,you were an overnight political machineYou carried forth the flag of your elders,and quoted Marx for the class-bound breedThrowing rocks through the corporate windows,great destroyer of the economic lieYou got one more year for the oppressed,and a lifetime to be all you once despisedWith career opportunities,the tidal waves of pressure mountReality is one hard blow,so you gave back your 'scene card' and checked outYou had a dream once,but now its sold -assets, equity, financial gain?all of your protests, all of the unrest, gone like a song, never to be heard againDead end workdays?Remember what you HOPED,what you always THOUGHT you'd be?How does it feel to reject it, walk away, then run?To turn your back and trample all of them into the ground?Birth begets life begets death
