WASTE
(An attempt at punk-like song lyrics that never found music.)
What is it that they say?
About the best laid plans
What’s it that they say
About bands without any fans
Planning and scheming
Singing and dreaming
What a waste
What a waste
Hold your tongue in the air
It is something you can almost taste
Profits are on the rise
All so efficiently
Onward and upward
Obsessed with progressivity
To get the next new thing
Held by a gold ring
What a waste
What a waste
Hold your tongue in the air
It is something you can almost taste
Whatever it is
Whatever they say
It isn't a game I want to play
About that share that's cursed
Just look closely and
see
What's just tossed away?
It's dripping with humanity
It’s just tossed away
It’s just tossed away
What a waste
What a waste
Hold your tongue in the air
It is something you can almost taste
Whatever it is
Whatever they say
It isn't a game I want to play
Whatever it is
Whatever they say
It isn't a game I want to play
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