it doesn't matter what i say

cos every sentence ends

in a steadman spray

forefinger blackened in song

broken blood from an empty vessel


they will say what they will say

but i've worked as hard as anyone else

got the same fire in these veins

copper cords, yeah, electric tape


chains and tires

till you can't sleep

and all this to someday never wake up

and it never ends, no, it never ends


it just hits harder every day

and the corporate hands tighten their grasp

how can i say anything

got no funds, no representation


let them take what they will take

as we say, thanks so much

yeah, everything helps

just be grateful you are free

to do anything they say


oh, the wait this year

for the new sundance independent films

oh, it never ends, no, it never ends


and whow can we ever expect we're getting out

when we can't even see what we're inside

you've spoken for us, will you speak to us now

can we mellow out, will you settle down

are we just fooling ourselves

too elite for us now

you think you're so separate


do you hear us down here

can you feel it now


have we all gone too tourettes

to make sense of anything else

they can't steal your suffering

they can't steal your memories


oh the world's gone mad

can you feel it now