Grievance Merchants

As long as there've been stories, lies and airwaves What makes a man a man's been right up front In visions boys are sold of what it could be Grievance when it ain't like what they thought When money and respect seemed to elude him Being white alone don't make the ladies swoon There's no shortage when it comes to hearing voices Telling him it's him that's done unto Say his trouble with the ladies can't be his fault After all he's what it's natural they should want There's just outside voices turning them against him A conspiracy to water down his blood Conspiracy to water down his blood And it's the fault of it, or them, or they Give a boy a target for his grievance And he might get it in his head they need to pay Yeah, giving boys targets for their grievance And then mocking those who bear the pain they cause It takes a certain special kind of someone To cash the check it brings and sleep at all The demonizing of the troubled mind With all the usual suspects on the scene Merchants selling young men reclamation Merchants selling old men back their dreams On suspended disbelief and wishful thinking Comes the vision of a special hell for conners (conners) Who sell the marks the doubt it even happened (happened) An eternity for every tear they've mocked (mocked) An eternity for every tear they've mocked (mocked) May the price of freedom finally be their own May our thoughts and our prayers keep them company As they wallow in their helplessness alone May our thoughts and our prayers keep them company As they wallow in their helplessness alone