Nailed Shut

Stack the odds just to watch them fall
Rig it up and collect your haul
Job to job still can’t make ends meet
“Just work harder,” as you kick up your feet

Try and try and fucking fail
As the chance to break free just gets curtailed
Can’t see the problem but refuse to look
As long as your foundation isn’t shook

Greatest generation, slamming the door shut

“Back in my day”
Is the go-to every time
Just an illusion
To absolve you of your own crimes

Pulling the rug out
As you escape to your blissful life
Willful ignorance
Put on the blinders as you twist the knife

Set it ablaze, let the warm glow calm your nerves
“They had it coming,” as you watch thе future burn