Victims of the Times

Here is where rich is poor You wouldn't ask for anything more Victim of a system that cheats You think you're too good to be living on the streets? Can't find your way out of a divided community Where's the unity? You're done with living, moving on to survival In your own world, everyone's a rival Never knowing what to say Never letting your consciousness get in the way Not living for tomorrow, only yesterday Paying all your fines, rehearsing all your lines Out of business signs never crosses their minds How high do you have to be To lie to yourself and to me? You thought it was real but you didn't look Was it all those pills you never took? Overpaying your dues Ignoring all clues You can't afford all those lies you keep telling me are great For someone so happy you're sure filled with hate