Cynical Bastards

Arkells

Now I don't disagree, it's a hell of a scene
Jackson Square dropouts avoiding the police
If the eighties were tough, the nineties were mean
All that was left for the desperate
Were these fast cash machines
And 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 start moving on make your own history

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 down from the mountains
College kids from the west
And not every suit lies right through their teeth
There's good and there's bad, and then there's some in between
As I wait for the bus coming from the east
There's generations of pride and 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

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 (whoa)

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