Malignant Boomer

Prices higher, portions smaller Until zero is the worth of a dollar Broken system, broken country Wages lower, expenses higher Broken system, fuck this country Silver shackles and golden bars Pockets empty and forests charred Corporations steal what is ours While the working class slave and starve Malignant boomers uphold the patriarchy Frozen in time with a false democracy You think they give a fuck about you? They don’t They’ll piss on your grave as your casket’s closed