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letra de dole - rivermouth

[verse 1]
goddammit kid, what the h-ll are you thinkin’?
too many late nights and too much drinkin’
clock, clock, tickin’, tickin’, clock, clock, tickin’
and you ain’t no peter pan
your friends all have full-time jobs
your friends are gettin’ married
your friends are buyin’ houses
your friends aren’t your friends no more
you’ll be rentin’ till you hit your mid-forties
it will be your fault if you end up poor
if you end up poor

[chorus]
is this how they control us?
is this how they break us down?

[verse 2]
i had plans to save the planet
but they got washed down a stormwater drain
it’s all too big, it’s all too hard
dropped my guard and i missed the last train
compass needle spinnin’
now i’m lost inside my head
work your -rs- off, change the world
it won’t mean much once you’re dead
they judge you by the weight of your wallet
i can barely pay the rent
scroungin’ five-cent pieces
is this rebellion or this is a year misspent?
shadows under hoodies
you can’t beat the computer
forgotten by the present
who gives a f-ck about the future?
[chorus]
is this how they control us?
is this how they break us down?
is this how they control us?
watch me drown

[verse 3]
our future is bufferin’
casual hours, minimum wage, i wouldn’t call it sufferin’
but it’s a long way from utopia
our future is call-centre hold music, centrelink interviews
unsuccessful rental applications, our future is bufferin’
our future is unable to connect
sorry child, guess you shoulda “carpe”d a few more diems
these kids could start a revolution if they stopped gettin’ high
but them feathers came unglued and they forgot how to fly
peg my elbows, hang me out to dry
watch me get brittle, little wrinkles solidify
i turned down a ride on an easy treadmill
now i’m barely treadin’ water

[chorus]
is this how they control us?
watch me drown

[verse 4]
and there’s a million sorry suckers in the same d-mn rut
hangin’ on, clock-watchin’ til the next track’s cut
it ain’t quite depression
but it’s a sick kinda melancholy
what the h-ll did you come here for?
what the h-ll did you come here for?
it will be your fault if you end up poor
if you end up poor

- rivermouth

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