Lyrics to Freedom Of Recession
[Chorus:]
You get what you give but you ain't giving shit,
so don't act so surprised when you start taking hits,
you'll lose all you take, man, when takes all you do,
when you try to point blame, three point right back at you...
This is a free country we live in today,
which means no one forced you to take loans you can't pay,
your gluttonous greed and callous disregard
was the gun to your head as you maxed out your cards,
all you know is what they tell you, all you own is what they sell you,
your every atom is compelled to consume or burn in hell,
played the game and placed your bets, forsook your liberty for debt,
then turned around and pointed out the problem...
Dream American dreams as you made your bed,
now they've soured, it seems, so you're blaming the Fed,
but money's not made, it's just moved around,
you had some for a while til it sought higher ground,
all you know is what they tell you, all you own is what they sell you,
your every atom is compelled to consume or burn in hell,
time to change how you've been living, rearrange what you've been given,
we call this freedom of recession...
So fuck it, there's things more important than wealth,
you've still got your family, your friends and your health,
so hopefully this time the lesson's been learned,
you've still got a soul and you're not what you earn.
You get what you give but you ain't giving shit,
so don't act so surprised when you start taking hits,
you'll lose all you take, man, when takes all you do,
when you try to point blame, three point right back at you...
This is a free country we live in today,
which means no one forced you to take loans you can't pay,
your gluttonous greed and callous disregard
was the gun to your head as you maxed out your cards,
all you know is what they tell you, all you own is what they sell you,
your every atom is compelled to consume or burn in hell,
played the game and placed your bets, forsook your liberty for debt,
then turned around and pointed out the problem...
Dream American dreams as you made your bed,
now they've soured, it seems, so you're blaming the Fed,
but money's not made, it's just moved around,
you had some for a while til it sought higher ground,
all you know is what they tell you, all you own is what they sell you,
your every atom is compelled to consume or burn in hell,
time to change how you've been living, rearrange what you've been given,
we call this freedom of recession...
So fuck it, there's things more important than wealth,
you've still got your family, your friends and your health,
so hopefully this time the lesson's been learned,
you've still got a soul and you're not what you earn.
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