There’s so much going on in this global community
So much information that even more goes unseen
Take what you can glean and hope you have the facts
I can guarantee the big pictures not intact
Lacking all direction, thoughts pile and collide
You try to take a moment, but there’s no place left to hide
The information highway is a twisted autobahn
No sign of a turn off, no place to gather thoughts
You’ve got your job in government
I hope you’re gonna make a mint
‘Cause every penny ends up spent in court
Endless rounds of litigation
Legalese procrastination
All the while your savings waste away
By the time you pay your dues, to poverty you’ll be reduced
There’s no use, can’t quit while you’re ahead
Your bread and butter was from others
Now just another guy in the soup line
Don’t want to be the one you see at lunch on MTV
Don’t want to be your drive at five
Just wanna make enough to have a buck when I want it
Live in some run down, small apartment
I used to have these dreams of being some big something
It seems I’ve had a change in taste
Don’t wanna waste all those precious little moments
When you live large, time really flies
I don’t want to die like idols
Don’t give a fuck who laughs or cries
I just want my life modest
I want to leave something behind
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