Is it a tax cut bringing us hope,
Is it a bailout bringing us change?
Is it a face on a fucking magazine?
What does it feel like to be chosen,
To be alive in this golden age
Nothing has changed, nothing will change, I have no hope

What’s the point of hope when you’re stuck inside the poverty trap?
As you struggle to get free
It will only pull you deeper
Dad's laid off, barely getting by,
But you’re just above an invisible line
You try to apply but get
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But don’t worry change is coming

I’m sure if we all believe despicable inequities in access to a decent education will be remedied
Hey kids, pop quiz if one society that doesn't emphasize education and one increasingly global labor market are on a collision course
How long will it be till they collide?

The day after election day
They said change wont come right away
You fell for the fucking hype
Hahahahahah
You fell for the mother fucking hype

An inbox checked each day in vain
Each silent 'no' a stabbing pain
Months go by, you’re losing hope
Bills like daggers in envelopes
Do you hope for death each day while sending out your resume?
Don’t you worry, never fear, the ambassador of hope is here

All the gods in heaven had a meeting to select him and they told their prophet Oprah of their choice
Now the rain will turn to candy, cars will run on happiness and everywhere the people will rejoice

Sure you’ve got a job but in Bangalour they do it cheaper, just to save a buck you’ll get the boot
[The] boss [is] cutting costs, it’s your benefits under the knife for profit it’s the price that must be paid
Don’t look down when walking on the tightrope of the market for there is nothing to catch you when you fall
Going out of business and your pension's going too, I’m sure the CEO is crying on his yacht

With the congress as his lapdog
And the mandate he received
I will not accept excuses
I have taken shit for far too long

When your pills are more precious than gold
It’s obvious who has control
Pill pushers are pulling the strings
God help us
Bankrupt
Going through life uninsured,
Which is worse the disease or the cure
The rest of us trusted our lives to the free market
Parasitic HMOs put price tags on our lives
They lose money when we live and profit when we die