Songtext Cynical bastards Arkells

Cynical bastards

Now, I don't disagree -
It's a hell of a scene.
Jackson Square dropouts:
Avoid the police.
If the '80s were tough,
The '90s were mean.
I was left for the desperate
with all these fast cash machines.

And 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.
(What!?)

Now, if you want me to boil it down,
All you cynical bastards,
Get out of town, now
If you want me to boil it down,
All you cynical bastards,
Move a little faster.

But 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.

Not every suit lies
Right through the teeth,
There's good and there's bad
And there's some between.
As I wait for the bus
Coming from the east,
There's generations of pride
And, yeah, elbow grease.

Now, if you want me to boil it down,
All you cynical bastards,
Get out of town, now
If you want me to boil it down,
All you cynical bastards,
Move a little faster.

(Yeah, yeah, yeah, OH!)

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.
(What!?)

Now, if you want me to boil it down,
All you cynical bastards,
Get out of town, now
If you want me to boil it down,
All you cynical bastards,
Move a little faster.

Now, if you want me to boil it down,
All you cynical bastards,
Get out of town, now
If you want me to boil it down,
All you cynical bastards,
Move a little faster.

Move a little faster.
Move a little faster
Move a little faster
Move a little faster