It’s the Economy, Stupid (5.5 version)

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Why?
It’s the economy, stupid.
Why?
It’s the economy, stupid.
Why?

So yeah, I’m kinda miffed
That the economys a grift,
And every day we drift,
Getting closer to the rift.
If I didn’t have to work to eat
Life could be a gift,
But every nine to five
is a graveyard shift.

Why?
That’s the economy, stupid.
Why?
It’s the economy, stupid.
Why?
It’s the economy, stupid.

Full steam ahead,
In the economy of Theseus.
Hoist the prices, set the sale,
Trade up for better pieces.
It’s a dance of debt,
In a capitalist gown;
On the deck, jump n’ jivin’
while they watch us all drown.
Can they
Just let me live?
Can I
Just find my bliss?
Or do we have to carve our stake
Out of meat that’s one percent?
Hey, just got paid!
Poof!
And now its gone:
Clock in again tomorrow,
From the PM to dawn.
Just set me adrift
On memory abyss,
Or put me on the list
Of volunteers to raise my fists.
I volunteer as tribute
Like my sisters name is Prim.
Jump overboard,
And I can’t even swim
Or walk or dance or rap
Or negotiate.
Only thing about me
Is the way I disassociate.
They say money talks,
Thats why the majority is silent.
The genesis of evil
Has a way to force compliance,
Buying up the peace
in a system of violence.

Why?
It’s the economy, stupid.
Why?
It’s the economy, stupid.

Thank you,
the board has now concluded  
the call with the group and  
I’m about to get booted.
I’ve got half a mind to sever ways
with ill-reputed gains,
begotten by deep-rooted
criminal enterprises, polluted
by a system secluded
from legal or moral consequences, saluted
and propped up, given rank, substituted
for patsies prosecuted
in their place- transmuted,
justice diluted.
And of most of us will get excluded
From the pot,
From the bag,
From the prize at the end.

Why?
It’s the economy, stupid.

So yeah, I’m kinda miffed
That the economys a grift,
And every day we drift,
Closer to the rift.
And I ain’t no Taylor Swift;
If I need clothes, I have to thrift.
If I didn’t have to work to eat
Life could be a trip,
But every nine to five
is a graveyard shift.
Every nine to five
is a graveyard shift.

Why?
It’s the economy, stupid.
Why?
It’s the economy, stupid.
Why?

Every nine to five
Every nine to five
Is a graveyard
Shift

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Hello how ya doin? It’s a pleasure to have met. I’d like to talk to you today About an existential threat. I’m not HBO, I can’t afford to buy Friends. I’ll hafta just trust You’ll come along in the end. Can I raise your interest? Can I Call you in? Can I get you all to care If I don’t show up with the Benz Or the girls or the bling Or champagne or a yacht? But if you care about those things Then I think you’ve lost the plot. See this game is pay to play; You know you live it everyday. You thank God you have a job But it’s them that really prey. And meanwhile, the invisible hand is givin’ Richie Rich a reach-around, Here comes a hundred grand. Your boss gets a bonus. You get a maybe next week. They profit off your labor And you barely get to sleep. You’re the product here; You’re the supply and the demand. Get your shit together, Box it up for the Man. What’s the going rate Exchanging fear for capital? Turn your tears into stackable Dollar bills that are app lickable, Goods that are hackable, And services, trackable. What do they get to turn Your blood into coin? This is truth out in the open Like a letter purloined: Ed gargantuan endeavor - Allen at the core - Poe sifically employed To bury bodies in the floor. Remember that the tell-tale heart Has long since been uprooted. You think its unfair, But that’s the economy, stupid. Why? It’s the economy, stupid. Why? It’s the economy, stupid. Why? So yeah, I’m kinda miffed That the economys a grift, And every day we drift, Getting closer to the rift. If I didn’t have to work to eat Life could be a gift, But every nine to five is a graveyard shift. Why? That’s the economy, stupid. Why? It’s the economy, stupid. Why? It’s the economy, stupid. Full steam ahead, In the economy of Theseus. Hoist the prices, set the sale, Trade up for better pieces. It’s a dance of debt, In a capitalist gown; On the deck, jump n’ jivin’ while they watch us all drown. Can they Just let me live? Can I Just find my bliss? Or do we have to carve our stake Out of meat that’s one percent? Hey, just got paid! Poof! And now its gone: Clock in again tomorrow, From the PM to dawn. Just set me adrift On memory abyss, Or put me on the list Of volunteers to raise my fists. I volunteer as tribute Like my sisters name is Prim. Jump overboard, And I can’t even swim Or walk or dance or rap Or negotiate. Only thing about me Is the way I disassociate. They say money talks, Thats why the majority is silent. The genesis of evil Has a way to force compliance, Buying up the peace in a system of violence. Why? It’s the economy, stupid. Why? It’s the economy, stupid. Thank you, the board has now concluded the call with the group and I’m about to get booted. I’ve got half a mind to sever ways with ill-reputed gains, begotten by deep-rooted criminal enterprises, polluted by a system secluded from legal or moral consequences, saluted and propped up, given rank, substituted for patsies prosecuted in their place- transmuted, justice diluted. And of most of us will get excluded From the pot, From the bag, From the prize at the end. Why? It’s the economy, stupid. So yeah, I’m kinda miffed That the economys a grift, And every day we drift, Closer to the rift. And I ain’t no Taylor Swift; If I need clothes, I have to thrift. If I didn’t have to work to eat Life could be a trip, But every nine to five is a graveyard shift. Every nine to five is a graveyard shift. Why? It’s the economy, stupid. Why? It’s the economy, stupid. Why? Every nine to five Every nine to five Is a graveyard Shift

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