J Church - Flirting With the Bourgeoise Dream lyrics

The revolution is no longer cool, Now we're gonna see who's who, It's a fragile conversation, It's unquestionable, The impotent, the fetishist, The ideological plagiarist, They've found a new sensation, But it's the same as the old sensation Digging for gold, you'd sell your soul, You're out of time, You've made a fortune, it's not a crime, You've made a fortune, it's not a crime, You've made a fortune, it's not a crime, You've made a fortune, it's not a crime Flirting with the bourgeois dream, You toy with mediocrity, Petty predictability; shallow so-called victories, I look at everything I wrote, It all looks like a ransom note, That's certainly part of the appeal, Violence is ecstatic Digging for gold, you'd sell your soul, You're out of time, You've made a fortune, it's not a crime, You've made a fortune, it's not a crime, You've made a fortune, it's not a crime, You've made a fortune, it's not a crime Leave the questions up to us, It's not an issue of our trust, Your machines will start to rust, Go to school, cut your hair, Read the paper if you dare, It's all pit bulls and bomb scares