Cynical Bastards

Now I don't disagree, it's a hell of a scene

Jackson square dropouts avoiding the place

If the 80's were tough, the 90's were mean

All that was left for the desperate

Were these fast cash machine

That easy money never helped anybody

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

If you want me to boil it down, all you cynical bastards, get out 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 kites 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

If you want me to boil it down, all you cynical bastards, get out 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

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

If you want me to boil it down, all you cynical bastards, get out town now

If you want me to boil it down, all you cynical bastards, move a little faster