Here's to All Songtext
Here's to all the wellfare scams the unemployed must learn to undertake.
No fashion values can apply, no laws to regulate which way you stray.
For every step you take they give you credit to consume or be consumed.
So keep the general pace, don't rock the boat, remember what you said, to whom.
Here's to all the rocksong lullaby's, you're running arrends for the bank.
Your lack of understanding's only matched by all the things that you can't stand.
To sign the dotted line won't bring you closer to no magic helping hand.
You're only giving up for free the right to sing your song, while thousands plea...
Here's to all the celebrate fake success we watch on our TV's,
Their perfect surface, silicone invused confusion cracks from underneath.
Still somehow you prevail in justifying the perversity of greed.
Your rambling contradiction paints a picture of a sick, but hungry beast.
Here's to all holy men with holes for souls and sin kept to be sold.
They tell their testimonials like caresalesmen who's been out on the road.
For every sinner is a cornerstone in this great building we call hope.
Still idolize the same beliefs our masters hangmen carried to the rope.
Here's to what the future hold, the hindsight recognizing the foretold.
Here's to all our sons and daughters who must reap the bitter crop we sow.
We have no explanations, before greed our reason always seems to fold.
Though I'm afraid no one is laughing
I believe most of us understand the joke...
No fashion values can apply, no laws to regulate which way you stray.
For every step you take they give you credit to consume or be consumed.
So keep the general pace, don't rock the boat, remember what you said, to whom.
Here's to all the rocksong lullaby's, you're running arrends for the bank.
Your lack of understanding's only matched by all the things that you can't stand.
To sign the dotted line won't bring you closer to no magic helping hand.
You're only giving up for free the right to sing your song, while thousands plea...
Here's to all the celebrate fake success we watch on our TV's,
Their perfect surface, silicone invused confusion cracks from underneath.
Still somehow you prevail in justifying the perversity of greed.
Your rambling contradiction paints a picture of a sick, but hungry beast.
Here's to all holy men with holes for souls and sin kept to be sold.
They tell their testimonials like caresalesmen who's been out on the road.
For every sinner is a cornerstone in this great building we call hope.
Still idolize the same beliefs our masters hangmen carried to the rope.
Here's to what the future hold, the hindsight recognizing the foretold.
Here's to all our sons and daughters who must reap the bitter crop we sow.
We have no explanations, before greed our reason always seems to fold.
Though I'm afraid no one is laughing
I believe most of us understand the joke...