I hope the salary pleases
I hope the suit’s a good fit
I hope that big house makes you smile
‘Cause you sure made a racket of this
Developing poison to make us feel good
Exploiting weakness whatever the cost
Researching drugs that just take the edge off
Hooking them in and then leaving them lost?
Go on, count your money
Get on that corporate flight
How the hell can you live like that?
How do you even sleep at night?
This is no joke, suit
This question is real
My own Mom smoked her whole life
From I guess all the stress Dad would deal
I watched and observed through my whole life
How it hooked her and gripped her all day
The smoke would stain my clothes, and
There was always a relapse at bay
Is that what you dreamt of when little?
To be a big leader of biz?
To make all this money supplying
These things that make orphans of kids?
Sure, we all make our choices
That, I’ll willingly concede
But look at that reflection in the bathroom
Is that what you wanted to see?
Think about it. No, really
Actually think
Take another look in that mirror
And then look down to the sink
Raise that gaze up again
Are your eyes all teary and pink?
If they aren’t, then I’m sorry
No reprieve, Elizabeth
These people are empty, a coffin
For all they’re creating is death.
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