Cynical Bastards

Now I don't disagree

It's a hell of a scene

Jackson Square dropouts

Avoiding police

If the 80s were tough

The 90s were mean

All that was left for the desperate

Were these fast cash machines

That easy money

Never helped anything

With that kind of juice

Man it ain't worth the squeeze

But month by month

I feel a change in the breeze

So stop moving on

Make your own history

What

Now If you want me to boil it down

All you cynical bastards

Get outta town now

If you want me to boil it down

All you cynical bastards

Move a little faster

Some people can't shake

The weight of the past

Some people's hearts

Remain at half-mast

It's downtown

Where it all intersects

Some came from the mountain

College kids from the west

And not every suit lies

Right through their teeth

There's good and there's bad

And there's some in between

As I wait for the bus

Coming from the east

There's generations of pride

And yeah elbow grease

Now If you want me to boil it down

All you cynical bastards

Get outta town now

If you want me to boil it down

All you cynical bastards

Move a little faster

(Yeah yeah yeah oh )

I understand

If it's all a bit much

It's a bit of a circus

It's a little bit rough

I heard this place

Was run by the mob

Buying everyone off

Down at city hall

And those Oakville moms

They stick up their nose

Those Burlington dads

Keep their daughters at home

If you're the kind with nothing to say

You heard about this party

But you're praying for rain

What

Now If you want me to boil it down

All you cynical bastards

Get outta town now

If you want me to boil it down

All you cynical bastards

Move a little faster

If you want me to boil it down

All you cynical bastards

Get outta town now

If you want me to boil it down

All you cynical bastards

Move a little faster

Move a little faster

Move a little faster

Move a little faster

Move a little faster