The Modern World

We've all got concerns in this tiny little planet We're all full of shit Constant hypnosis just to get underpaid Follow the line and go to bed Dream about money and cry when you're awake Smoke some cigarettes We're all trying to find the right path to nowhere I don't know what's right To be open, to be open Hey, how about you run while you still can? You won't win their game Dream about flowers and cry when you're awake