Dystopia

I don't have to tell you things are bad
Everybody knows things are bad
It's a depression
Everybodys out of work or scared of losing their job
The dollar buys a nickles worth
Banks are going bust
Shopkeepers keep a gun under the c

Yo

C'mon

We know the air is unfit to breath and our food is unfit to eat
We know things are bad, worse than bad
They're crazy
Its like everything everywhere is going crazy
So we dont go out anymore

In the club like

C'mon