Sold Out

They've twisted his head,
And scrambled his brain,
He's stressed to the limit,
A little insane,
He "works for the government",
AKA Unemployed,
A little upset,
A lot annoyed,
He's been given the shaft,
Told to rotate,
Change his career,
A little too late,
He's about to explode,
Like a jack in the box,
There's a mortgage to pay,
And holes in his socks,
He's by no means alone,
As his fellow men fall,
Like so many bricks,
In a mortarless wall.
And there's no end in sight,
To this bottomless hole,
As he prays for salvation,
And then sells his soul,
So he cries in his drink,
And takes a deep breath,
As he stop and thinks,
At least it ain't death,
So he sits and he waits,
For it all to improve,
As he ponders his choices
And plans his next move,
And he hopes that it isn't
As dark as it seems,
'Cause he knows if it is,
He'll know what it means,
A future with nothing,
A future without,
In a country, who's leader,
Has just sold him out.