They only tell you what you can’t do
Not what you can
Options are limited
Stop signs and red lights like Roxanne
No options are there
Nothings offered its not fair
Yet they dangle the prospect
Out there in the air
Of fame and prosperity
And all that hogwash
Nonsense, advertisement
Feeding the harvest crops
I’m not falling man
You already got us
Hopping over obstacles
That's everywhere propped up
But you can't con us
No more, no sir
We don't serve the conglomerate
When we broke it don't work.
To Be Frank: 