Song parody of
You Can't Beat the System
by Fextonia
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Suffering for some reason, while the years slide by
Munching on mental popcorn watching the world burn and not knowing why
Such a total waste of precious time, DNA, and mostly empty space
Surely you must have thought this, maybe pushed it down
None of it seems to matter much with the daily grind
And young girls wanting nights on the town, e-distractions all around
As you underthink it over and place one foot in the ground
Oh, you can't beat the system; no matter what you do
Wrestling with a monster as if that's something new
Heroes live forever and so do snakes who work in sales
You can't beat the system but you better be ready when it fails
No sense feeling helpless - you are not alone
No one queen or genius could ever stop or slow the madness on her own
It's within our grasp but steering toward a brighter future is too much to ask
Who's got time for big dreams as the small talk grows
Louder and more insistent; yes a library would be nice
But greed did away with those, so the story goes
The everyday concerns of hanging on are all a rich man knows
You can't beat the system and the system doesn't work
Propelling itself toward nothing like a to-do list gone berserk
Each small part is sensible, the big picture is a mess
You'll never beat the system, but you better be ready nonetheless
Four billion years of building, just to tear it apart
A stab at gallows humor planned by a bored jock milquetoast without a heart
Or possibly a roll of faceless dice - either way, the joke's on you and me
Back in '97 when the Earth was young
The power of words and music seemed enough to carry us through
Till the rise of the red giant sun; now all that's come undone
Put your Sunday best in mothballs: the work week from hell has begun
You can't beat the system and the system cannot last
All stale appeals to progress shall be directed toward the past
Every mortal in the brick wall must gradually recognize
You can't beat the system and it's taking us all out when it dies
Suffering for some reason, while the years slide by
Munching on mental popcorn watching the world burn and not knowing why
Such a total waste of precious time, DNA, and mostly empty space
Surely you must have thought this, maybe pushed it down
None of it seems to matter much with the daily grind
And young girls wanting nights on the town, e-distractions all around
As you underthink it over and place one foot in the ground
Oh, you can't beat the system; no matter what you do
Wrestling with a monster as if that's something new
Heroes live forever and so do snakes who work in sales
You can't beat the system but you better be ready when it fails
No sense feeling helpless - you are not alone
No one queen or genius could ever stop or slow the madness on her own
It's within our grasp but steering toward a brighter future is too much to ask
Who's got time for big dreams as the small talk grows
Louder and more insistent; yes a library would be nice
But greed did away with those, so the story goes
The everyday concerns of hanging on are all a rich man knows
You can't beat the system and the system doesn't work
Propelling itself toward nothing like a to-do list gone berserk
Each small part is sensible, the big picture is a mess
You'll never beat the system, but you better be ready nonetheless
Four billion years of building, just to tear it apart
A stab at gallows humor planned by a bored jock milquetoast without a heart
Or possibly a roll of faceless dice - either way, the joke's on you and me
Back in '97 when the Earth was young
The power of words and music seemed enough to carry us through
Till the rise of the red giant sun; now all that's come undone
Put your Sunday best in mothballs: the work week from hell has begun
You can't beat the system and the system cannot last
All stale appeals to progress shall be directed toward the past
Every mortal in the brick wall must gradually recognize
You can't beat the system and it's taking us all out when it dies
