We go to work
To get the cash
To buy the food
To get the strength
Well you know that we all
Live on a credit line
It's one big casino game
What happens when
The dealers take all the money away
What new schemes are just
Waiting to break the banks
The bricklayer
Goes to the banker
For some money to buy bricks
And the banker
Pretends to the broker
That the money's already his
And the broker
He doubles down
On red 666 and he spins
But any time you play
You must remember this
The house always wins
We go to work
To get the cash
To buy the food
To get the strength
Well the keys to the world
Are changing ownership
As when the Church
Lost to the State
When our statesmen have sold
Every share of our freedom away
Will we finally have eaten our cake?
I'll never trust a cop
I'll never trust a doctor
I'll never trust a lawyer
I'll never trust a priest
I'll never trust the banker
I'll never trust the broker
I'll never trust the dollar
The Market is the beast
I don't need no fucking trust fund
No goddamn pension
No 401k or IRA to see
The only plan they follow
Is the one that yields the least
To you and me
Brooklyn's Groupie make post-punk that is at turns bouncy, scuzzy, joyous, and sharp, with a strong melodic core; this is their debut LP. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 19, 2021