All now gather ye fiercely apathetic Got to have a good job if ya want good credit When economic soup is the order of today Then every cheque signed, sells some soul away Show no mercy to those who don't follow suit Since this cycle only flows if yer always floating loot And all ignorance keeps the money machine rolling So it looks like it's back to work you'll be strolling Or taking the bus, or driving a car Or riding a bike is it isn't too far The whole while distracted with transport issue pains To blind you from seeing so much is just in vain