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