Noises

T.C. Folkpunk

Instant Coffee Lifestyle

02:47
(T.Cameron)

Story

From the album "T.C. Folkpunk". Buy it HERE!

Lyrics

You say you're happy with your lot, content with all the toys you've bought,

You fell into the ancient trap, wherein your thinking there's a gap,

  The admen all own your thoughts, so put your coin in the slot,

  Pull down the arm without shame, you play the game.

    And as long as you've got your paycheque, then you probably couldn't care less,

    But this instant coffee lifestyle, makes you crumble under the duress,

 

You say you wanna buy a home, you'll kill yourself to pay the loan,

Sometimes you wanna kick and scream, but you're still dying for your dream,

  You're in it up to your eyes, still there's a fact in disguise,

  Look closely you'll see it's true, your house owns you.

    But as long as you've got your paycheque, then you probably couldn't care less,

    But this instant coffee lifestyle, Makes you crumble under the duress.

 

They're out to take for a ride, you're in to all that they provide,

And so you keep the status quo, never the urge to overthrow,

  Their reign of consumer rule, that likens you to a tool,

  To fabricate what they need, For their own greed.

    But as long as you've got your paycheque, then you probably couldn't care less,

    But this instant coffee lifestyle, Makes you crumble under the duress.