Cynical Bastards

[Verse 1] 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 [Chorus] 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 [Verse 2] 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! [Chorus] (Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh!) [Verse 3] 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 (ooh, ooh) Was run by the mob (ooh, ooh) Buying everyone off (ooh, ooh) Down at city hall (ooh, ooh) 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 [Chorus] (x2) [Outro] Move a little faster (x4)