I'm an armchair patriot Part time revolutionary arm pit Minimum wage slave Don't stick your fingers through my cage I'm the wonder of our age If life was a video game Then I might engage
But I'll just call it day Because I ain't slaving away To try and figure things out To try and better the world I'll just keep my head low And watch some telly Getting smelly With this belly I got no meaning
I'm scared to know Where things might go I'm just going with the flow In a world of super villains And anti-heroes And you
But every once in a while With a wince, I get a glimpse Of something greater than me A thing I don't want but could be And it's pulling me in Heart first, head last And it forces me to think Going way too fast
It's said, No rest for the wicked
I don't Want to live in a world where Nothing matters And I won't Run to the comfort of hope anymore And I don't Want to live in a world of good and evil And I don't Want to be your soldier anymore
