Wealth inflation, righteous indignation
Done unto my friends and their parents all the same
A fickle forecast trusted nonetheless
Foregone conclusions are the day to day
No ski mask guarding their complexion, no randomness in their selection
But I've got paper, ink and patience
Proper time to finally start relating on what's killing us
Suffocated spending eliminates investing in anything that keeps the soul awake
The hardened vision listens for the future, the loudest minds all sit and quietly
Wait to get the news of who's who, what's in and what's out
Anything to keep the people from talking about what's killing us
I'm getting worried of what's gunna happen to my folks
When they can't work and all their memories start to go
Will they be able to afford their medication
Or will they suffer underneath administrations who think
Health is for the rich and sickness for the poor?
Begging the question- should we be paying for what's killing us?
Why keep your faith in what has to ask for it?
Why keep their garbage all inside of you
Spit it out, spit it out if it makes you sick
Don't bend, don't call it an acquired taste
It ain't enough to question the cooks, to wrinkle your nose or to boycott the stores
You must build your own world and never get tired of digging around
For the source of what's killing us
Brian Dickens - Paper, Ink, Patience Lyrics
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Wealth inflation, righteous indignation
Done unto my friends and their parents all the same
A fickle forecast trusted nonetheless
Foregone conclusions are the day to day
No ski mask guarding their complexion, no randomness in their selection
But I've got paper, ink and patience
Proper time to finally start relating on what's killing us
Suffocated spending eliminates investing in anything that keeps the soul awake
The hardened vision listens for the future, the loudest minds all sit and quietly
Wait to get the news of who's who, what's in and what's out
Anything to keep the people from talking about what's killing us
I'm getting worried of what's gunna happen to my folks
When they can't work and all their memories start to go
Will they be able to afford their medication
Or will they suffer underneath administrations who think
Health is for the rich and sickness for the poor?
Begging the question- should we be paying for what's killing us?
Why keep your faith in what has to ask for it?
Why keep their garbage all inside of you
Spit it out, spit it out if it makes you sick
Don't bend, don't call it an acquired taste
It ain't enough to question the cooks, to wrinkle your nose or to boycott the stores
You must build your own world and never get tired of digging around
For the source of what's killing us
Done unto my friends and their parents all the same
A fickle forecast trusted nonetheless
Foregone conclusions are the day to day
No ski mask guarding their complexion, no randomness in their selection
But I've got paper, ink and patience
Proper time to finally start relating on what's killing us
Suffocated spending eliminates investing in anything that keeps the soul awake
The hardened vision listens for the future, the loudest minds all sit and quietly
Wait to get the news of who's who, what's in and what's out
Anything to keep the people from talking about what's killing us
I'm getting worried of what's gunna happen to my folks
When they can't work and all their memories start to go
Will they be able to afford their medication
Or will they suffer underneath administrations who think
Health is for the rich and sickness for the poor?
Begging the question- should we be paying for what's killing us?
Why keep your faith in what has to ask for it?
Why keep their garbage all inside of you
Spit it out, spit it out if it makes you sick
Don't bend, don't call it an acquired taste
It ain't enough to question the cooks, to wrinkle your nose or to boycott the stores
You must build your own world and never get tired of digging around
For the source of what's killing us
Writer: Brian Dickens
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