[Verse 1] They preach, "Pull up by your bootstraps, son!" A slick trick physics says can't be done. "Love your work!" they gleam, eyes aglow— Just a pass to underpay, steal your show. "Work smarter, not harder," they crow with a grin, Means sweat double, never dare to begin. "Customer's always right!" they bark, faces red, Unless they're monsters, grace long fled. So hustle with passion, with fire, with zeal— For scraps of the nothing their slogans conceal. [Chorus] Folklore for fools, a lexicon of lies! Glossy, glib nonsense in a cheap, thin disguise! Bootstraps and bullshit, carved deep in stone— They sell it like gospel, but you're all alone. Chant it straight-faced, if you dare take the stand— This is the bullshit that spins how we land! [Verse 2] "Everything happens for a reason!" they chirp, While the world wobbles wild on a bitter, bleak burp. "What doesn't kill you..."—go on, end the phrase— Leaves you limping with a ten-thousand-yard gaze. "Time heals all wounds!"—such a negligent claim, Time just mislays where it stashed your old pain. "Good things come to those who wait," they swear, Unless the bus breaks or the good things aren't there. "Look on the bright side!"—means hush, don't you cope, While your cup brims with toxic, trembling hope. [Chorus] Folklore for fools, a lexicon of lies! Hallmark and hustlers hawk glittering spies! Bootstraps and bullshit, blazing bright— Sold on mugs, in memes, in sight. Chant it straight-faced, if you dare take the stand— This is the bullshit that spins how we land! [Bridge] In love, their advice is a venomous verse: "Happy wife, happy life!"—a vow and a curse. "Boys will be boys!"—a free pass for the flawed, "Opposites attract"—leaves your future ill-clawed. "Absence makes hearts fonder"? No, it frays and it ends, Turns lovers to strangers, no longer best friends. But here’s the raw truth, the sting they don't say: No slogan saves you when rent’s due today. These phrases don’t fix, don’t heal, don’t mend— They’re just there to silence you, friend. [Verse 3] "You can be anything!" they cheer, loud and shrill, From towers built high on another’s steep hill. "Shoot for the moon!"—you’ll choke in the void, A starry-eyed dream that’s best left unalloyed. "We're all self-made!"—what a shimmering sham, On backs bent and broken, we climb, give a damn. "Money can't buy joy"? Try that with no dime, When rent or a meal is a choice at the time. "Failure’s no option"? It strikes every day— Quitting the poison’s the wise, winning play. [Final Chorus] Folklore for fools, a lexicon of lies! Toxic confetti in a star-spangled disguise! Bootstraps and bullshit, the song we all know— Stripes and stars hymn, but the house runs the show. We laugh, we curse, we rip at the seams, Life’s not their slogans—it’s raw, broken dreams. Chant it straight-faced, if you dare take the stand— This is the bullshit that spins how we land! [Outro] So when you hear one—these slick, shiny phrases— Just nod through the haze of their smug, smiling faces. They’re not wisdom, no truth, just folklore for fools— [End]
