Misery Index

The Herd Grows Thin!
Your Father Was A Scorn Filled Alcoholic Cop
And Mother Wasn't Far Behind
You Were Ripe For The Adverse Running
And So Ready To Defy The Right
Your Fashion Was The Anti-Fashion Approved
Your Music Was The Latest Whatever Core Trend
A Tattooed Body With A Mind For Rent
An Adolescent Iconoclast, Iconoclast
Fall Into The Ranks Aligned
Cattle-Pressed Pushed To The Left
So Anti-This And Anti-That
That Somewhere Along The Way You Forgot To Laugh
Taking Every Cause You Could Champion
You Were An Overnight Political Machine
You Carried Forth The Flag Of Your Elders
And Quoted Marx For The Class-Bound Breed
Throwing Rocks Through The Corporate Windows
Great Destroyer Of The Economic Lie