Foster the people

Tabloid Super Junkie

Well capitalistic feast has been sucking the heat
You're passing up your engine for ability
I've been in for a compromise but I guess its more of the same
Well separate all that you won't forget
You remember your name?
If they were looking right at you, you'd forget the face

Well if the future's sipping up all the space and food through a straw
And the mark's finally flipped on its back
Well static is a worthy test to make you brush aside the rest

Is this something that you'd ever need
Well I'm okay
Are you scared to take what's been taken from you
Yeah I'm afraid
We're so done in

I'm sick of being accosted by the ghost in the street
Your magazine looking backward thinking junkies are just fodder for the global elite
Did you think you had a choice
When you're eating and sleeping in all the noise
Well the moneymakers keep the politicians afloat
And we're biting everything that we're told
Well then a smile and a couple of jokes
Would be enough to convince the good folks

Well is this something you ever need
Well I'm okay
Well are you waiting for a minute to fight for what they've taken from you
Well I'm afraid
We're so done in