Lyrics Career Soldiers

Career Soldiers

We'll All Be Cured

The dead eyes of a rotting nation

Get sedation and medication

For every kid that can't sit still

Fix him with prescription pills

You've got a problem

Here's your prescription

Simple solution for complicated afflictions

A facade of happiness

That will sell

Anyone we can scapegoat, but ourselves

If I'm diseased try and sell me a cure

And I'm sure I am fucked up

But decide what is worse

Lithium dreams or feeling the hurt

Sick, tired, panicked, or stressed?

Angry, restless, manic, or depressed?

...We'll all be cured