I Coulda Been A Contender

In every single way, this culture reeks like shit

Force fed enough each day, enough to choke on it

You know you've got no voice and everytime you'll lose

Who needs freedom of choice without a choice not to choose?

Televisions on, it sings the same old song

There's no room left for the truth

And the leaders claim to try but they've all got shifty eyes

When you're asking for some proof

With our backs up against the wall

It's getting clearer that we've all got things to prove

Is this how it has to be? Trusting futility will be our noose

Get in on the joke, the problem ain't the system's broke

In fact it's working all too well

We fight the only way we can, middle finger to the man

Laughing all the way Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah!

And don't it happen all the time, we cast a ballot thinking

things will change this time

Politicians live for dollar signs, their career choices govern our lives

I can tell you what it's not about

Your future, your cause, or your rights