prosperica

blessed be the ones who got it right, for theirs is the monopoly, on the only afterparty, that's worth goin' to, peace be with the ones who see the light, and charge the rest of us admission, to somethin' that we're missin', they call critical, my comin' of age, while i'm calm and deranged, well i'm missing the point entirely, what if god so loved, middle-class america, that he sent his one and only gun, to wage the war on drugs, and whosoever stands, where the party line demands, we'll get to say i told ya so, when all of us are dead, blessed be the kids who grew up quick, behind artificial fences, and tranquilize offenses, like their parents do, peace be with the man who never quits, until he's havin' his first heart attack, from an unexpected market crash at 42, my comin' of age, while i'm calm and deranged, while i'm missing the point entirely, what if god so loved, middle-class america, that he sent his one and only gun, to wage the war on drugs, and whosoever stands, where the party line demands, we'll get to say i told ya so, when all of us are dead, what if god so loved, middle-class america, that he sent his one and only gun, to wage the war on drugs, and whosoever stands, where the party line demands, we'll get to say i told ya so, when all of us are dead, they'll get to say i told ya so, when all of us are dead