Middleclass Kill

Lyrics for Middleclass Kill

While the wealthy will forever Roll weighted dice So well and white within New wonderland The poor will just arrive by crutch Quite cancel eyed And half-believed, out letting All their luck loose just this once From beneath the eaten lining Of their only overcoat and gum's And outside in all the lines going And gone around the world Your kind is left to age and hold place Its continual crunch of entire months Toward zero's and ones In the hoped pursuit of What the time clock can't afford them As it leans in slow with all their life And eats those coming weeks to death This is no joke, they can see themselves At 50 and are not psychic Hung in the ever evening of their years Buckling down in the absolute wind Spun between two rather serious magnets What are well dressed daughters [Unverified] the consummate Good doctor bill And it all boils back down To timing and keeping up teeth Bread ends and inevitable Albert Brown seats Bread ends In fact this will be the ring Of your next new rap name It will become your most mnemonic device For those many most important PINs It will be what I call my hard drive And then second cat Bread ends, good ghost to obscure rap Tragic Middle class act Never young and tall feared In the cold grand code of collapse