Tact Is Dead (A Variation by Mr. Mistoffelees)
On the day I graduated
I passed out on the floor
You mean there's more?
I've done everything you said
I don't want to intern
It turned out meritocracy
Was a lie
As a philosophy it don't work
They just told us that
To keep us in school
You bet your drilled back teeth
I was looking at you
Picking fights on the tube
Cos you're feeling so blue
It's not just the scars you can see
It's the scars on the inside
Inside of me
My generation
Doesn't mean that much to me
And this Golden Age thinking
Means I'm often unhappy
I've got a little dark room
At the back of the house
I've been saving my pay
But it's wearing me down
And I can't afford anything
Increasingly I opt out of everything
I've had a million jobs
I'll have a million more
Wish I was successful
But I sleep on the floor
Work all my life
For family
So that my kids
Can be like me
The indignity, the humanity
Oh the horror, the horror, ah Bartleby
Throw me into a tube train
Pay me the minimum wage
So I will never earn more than my parents
I'd prefer it not to be this way but
My generation
Doesn't mean that much to me
And this Golden Age thinking
Means I'm often unhappy
Hidem Brook
You've got the look
Of a man I'd like to be
Hidem Brook
You've got the look
Of a man of a real man
My generation
Doesn't mean that much to me
And this Golden Age thinking
Means I'm often unhappy
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