Comedown Chorus

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Working twice your age in hours 
For less than minimum wage
But legally it's all G 
So we'll just turn the page 
To a different story 
Sure it's only for the minute 
Ah there's nothing in it 
And there's nothing else out there 

Or at least that's the fear
Seeded in the minds of the youth since the big boy bankers burst the bubble 
And left us in the rubble 
The best of us still babies but still
We're the ones in trouble 
We get the burden of blame
Ah they're all the same,
Won't get up off their backside 
Won't get up off that phone
Why don't you battle the landslide 
Of trying to buy your own home 

In 2018 
It's clear the working class is still a working machine
And the electronic age is closing the gap between 
Man and manual labor 
Do us a favor 
And digitize the criticized aspects of human error 
Why you try code the compassion held by a carer 

Or a shopkeeper 
Who lets you off with a few quid 
At least once a week 
Cause he knows you're struggling too
And he knows there's nothing else he can do 
But to ease your burden by a few 
Brass tacks 
To which you say thanks 
And he nods 
And yous know 
If it weren't for to each other 
There'd be nowhere else to go 

The brain drain might've left us in drought
But there's no doubt 
That the stout and cider rain's still a-falling 
Like the good times never left 
Cause the locals still a-calling 
Your name 
Every weekend the same 
Ease the pain 
Of a back breaking shift 
Or soothe your carpal tunnel itch 
Gather the boys make some noise
Let out your cathartic cries 
Of times gone by 
And time to be 
And all the time you miss cause you see

There's no thinking when you're drinking 
Sinking pints and drinking points
Of contention flinch at the mention
Of a well rounded discussion 
Boost percussion drum and bass 
Wreck the place 
Off your face 
Blissful disgrace 

It's the power of the youth 
The slam cans and burn zoots
Cause hands up don't shoot 
Doesn't come into it here 
We're not living in fear 
Of the systematic semi-automatic 
Or the boys in blue
But what's true for me 
Isn't true for you 

We have the privilege to accept our fate 
And blame the state with our commie dogma driving mates 
We have privilege to spray FTG and AGAP
And still make it home to see mammy 
We have the privilege to be cogs in the wheel bricks in the wall
With the net of means tested welfare to catch us if we fall 

And so 
We settle into passive aggression 
We settle into accepting recession 
We settle into blissful disgrace 
But never ignorance 
Because the only thing we know is our place

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