How are we supposed to handle being dealt an unfair deck?
Don t you feel that spectral noose tightening around your neck?
Scholarly path or poverty s wrath
Pick your poison paradox from the dead grass

Day after day
We try to endure
That for which there is no cure

So who is now responsible for turning this shit around?
Ghosts that hold the offices
To our young hearts, hold no ground
Guidelines in disappearing ink
Written without our consent
We d like to meet your standards
But we can t afford the rent

Day after day
We try to endure
That for which there is no cure