The Golden Age

In this golden age of greed there's just no cover For an un-ambitious friend when he discovers The disease for every cure, if you're not sick yet I'm sure There's an easy way to get you there tonight I'm no victim and I'm not young, but I'm still drifting Through an adolescent fog that's never lifting While the market takes the best and punishes the rest And I wonder if it's really worth the fight 'Cause it's easy to bеlieve that it's alright It's alright Rising tides drown thе poor, lift the pirates higher The crimson ships can ride the dips, the masters of the sewer Oh, the water's stinking Our little raft is sinking But the alcohol we're floating in tonight Makes it easy to believe that it's alright It's alright