781 : 5/30/00 : Barter

I’m sick of the barter
I’m sick of the crutch
I’m sick of the never enough
and the always too much
I’m sick of compromises
I’m sick of the deals
And the grey men in their palaces
and their licenses to steal
I’m sick of the turncoats
I’m sick of the lie
I’m sick of sitting back and watching
While the world passes me by
I’m sick of the barter
I’m sick of the trade
I’m sick of sitting in a waiting room
and waiting to get made

You can read an explanation of the origin of these lyrics here