Coup d'Etat

No respect in your youth
Lots of things you must prove
A constant talk of payin' dues
They'll glare or they'll ignore you

And so you form your own groups
Fuck the things they value
And you'll make up your own rules
Society has failed you!

But time will win through
When you can't get the life you'd like to
Resenting what your friends do
Is spite what disincludes you?

Modify your old views
In a shift of all you'd held true
Cause what the point or real use?
A change and they'll accept you!

Stop asking why
Don't even try
They're what you need,
They will offer pat salvation

Well isn't this the
Motherfucking coup de grace?
A subtle psychological coup d'etat
Did you see it? Did you hear it?
Did you fear it?
Are you filed with the
Spirit of sensibility?

Be mature, and live through
A job that now defines who
You are, a hopeless peer soon
To the mentors who will advise you

And they you're married, quick, soon
Wonder why it was you had to
Put dreams for love behind you
A loss of what you could do!

Become a role you think's new, while
Thinking you could stay true
To the things in youth you outgrew
Yet need to feel about you

Fell victim to a vast ruse
Know their hopes cannot prove
Your worth to meet them. Who knew?
Compromise becomes you!