Tact Is Dead - Tellison

On the day I graduated

I passed out on the floor

You mean there’s more?

I’ve done everything you said

I don’t want to intern

It turned out meritocracy

Was a lie

As a philosophy it don’t work

They just told us that

To keep us in school

You bet your drilled back teeth

I was looking at you

Picking fights on the tube

Cos you’re feeling so blue

It’s not just the scars you can see

It’s the scars on the inside

Inside of me

My generation

Doesn’t mean that much to me

And this Golden Age thinking

Means I’m often unhappy

I’ve got a little dark room

At the back of the house

I’ve been saving my pay

But it’s wearing me down

And I can’t afford anything

Increasingly I opt out of everything

I’ve had a million jobs

I’ll have a million more

Wish I was successful

But I sleep on the floor

Work all my life

For family

So that my kids

Could be like me

The indignity, the humanity

Oh the horror the horror ah Bartleby

Throw me into a tube train

Pay me the minimum wage

So I will never earn more than my parents

I’d prefer it not to be this way but

My generation

Doesn’t mean that much to me

And this Golden Age thinking

Means I’m often unhappy

Hidem Brook

You’ve got the look

Of a man I’d like to be

Hidem Brook

You’ve got the look

Of a man… of a real man

My generation

Doesn’t mean that much to me

And this Golden Age thinking

Means I’m often unhappy