Generation Lite

Borrow your education, own nothing

Get a job, owe everything

Rent your pad, own nothing

Hire your cloudware, own nothing

Borrow for a car, own nothing till it's junk

Subscribe to your software, own nothing but the bill

Stream your music, own nothing but the memories

Buy a book, own only bytes

Your bookcase full of junk, an ornament and mites

Give your all, earn nothing

Try to be something, feel like nothing

With the little money left

Eat cheap food, live short

Fast food add weight no five a day

And even that's Government lies it's really more like ten

Diabetogenic government industry junk

To steal what little's left in your unique God-given beauty

And make you owe your soul to the government store

Even your water's stolen

By the peacetime carpet baggers

And sold back to you at their ransom chosen price

The "system" turns its stealthy knife

and even the lite is stolen from your life

Entrust your data to the Government Inc

See it stolen by its friends and so be stolen yourself

The fat cat gets fatter, but not just in size

He steals from you with silver comfort lies

and the light is stolen gently from your eyes

and even from the end of the tunnel of hope

But always remember the kleptocrats

that cynically plan and suck both ways

Are the real nothing

And that you are the real something

And you will owe nothing

And own everything

And without their help

Be what you want.