The Downward Spiral
I live in a country
thats over regulated with petty rules
They tell me i must participate
or be labelled as a fool
They make me spend thousands on courses
to bring me up to speed
But when I get the ticket,
its stuff ill never use or need.
I work long days
and get paid well for what i do
But there isnt much left
after the tax man is through.
They gouge us at the gas pumps,
Yet we process it right here.
And insurance rates are climbing,
soon driving will disappear.
The rich keep getting richer,
and fight for the last dollar to be had,
Seems to me being stranded alone on a deserted island
aint all that bad.
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