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The Middle Children Lyrics

You're not your job.
You're not how much money you have in the bank.
You're not the car you drive. You're not the contents of your wallet.
You're not your f****** khakis. You're the all-singing, all-dancing c*** of the world.
Advertising has us chasing cars and clothes, working jobs we hate so we can buy s*** we don't need.

We're the middle children of history.... no purpose or place.
We have no Great War, no Great Depression.
Our great war is a spiritual war.
Our great depression is our lives
You're not your job.
You're not how much money you have in the bank.
You're not the car you drive. You're not the contents of your wallet.
You're not your f****** khakis. You're the all-singing, all-dancing c*** of the world.

do not f*** with us
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