She's going to sell you seven ways to make
your life a lot less miserable
I guess if you gotta do it, you might as well do it
in a way that seems respectable

(If you're) perched in the loge, or out in your trailer,
the game's the same every year
Your favorite teams are going to sell you out
all of your dreams, every fear

For seven long years of synchronized lies
you're lining yourselves up to borrow
You laugh at the futures you're signing away
but drive away all your tomorrows

The insecure struggle day after day
To live the life they were taught
The struggling try to secure some time
With the nights in Vegas they bought

And you think the wryly wise cracks that you shove,
the mocking of power and all who would love
Your liberty is sacred, you're smoking with a gun,
but the slogans you shout show which way you'd run

On the seventh day you think you can't take any more
Your anger won't ebb, and who closed that door,
but you listen to who you think's not to blame -
who took you down, who threw the game?

With no room there to turn, or air left to breathe
And nowhere to stay, could be time to leave
No where to turn, no air to breathe
No where to turn, no air to breathe

No where to turn, no air to breathe
No where to turn, no air to breathe

5/16/22

"The good taste in expensive consumer goods in
me recognizes the good taste in expensive but
meaningless bullets in you"