Letra de Rock for Sustainable Capitalism
I fucking love that one rock video where That fucking jack-ass mohawked millionaire Prances around by far the worst Sausage party on earthWhere by random chances he's caught on film shaking hands With an incredibly diverse selection of patriotic skins I like the message it sendsWith a rebel yell Just do exactly what you're told One million douchebags can't be wrong"When did punk rock become so safe?" Well, you'll excuse me if I laugh in your face While I itemize your receipts And PowerPoint your balance sheetsI hear this year's Van's Warped Tour is going green I guess they heard that money grows on trees Hope they ship those shitty bands overseas Like they did the factoriesMusic's power to Describe, compel, renew It's all a distant second to The offers you can't refuseRemember when we used to believe That music was a sacred place, not some fucking bank machine? Not something you just bought and sold How could we have been so naive?I think when all is said and done Just 'cause we were young Doesn't mean we were wrongAnd I'll rock back and forth On this two-bit hobby horse Until she splinters and gives way I'll tend the flowers by her grave and whisper her nameIf anyone out there understands Can I please see a show of hands? Just so I know I'm not insane Ever get the feeling you've been played?Well, that's rock for sustainable capitalism and you know We may face a scorched and lifeless earth But they're accountable to their shareholders first That's how the world works