Exception to the Rule

Oh man, there’s bean counters and they were gatekeepers

There are swill merchants and clueless cheerleaders

There’s gold diggin’ fast women trying on their third wedding gown

Oh there were deep pockets putting up red tape

Give you the cold shoulder on a hot plate

There’s always rich men digging in the Lost and Found

There’s starving con artists and legal drug dealers

There’s false prophets dressed up as true believers

They’ll give you the keys to the city then they’ll run you out of town

Oh man, there is hero worship, there are rebel saints

They’ll tell you “hit the gas” when you should pump the brakes

But do not let the bastards get you down.

Someday, somebody’s gonna call you darling

Other times, you’re gonna feel like everybody’s fool

It’s a mean old world and everybody thinks that they’re special

I hope that you find the exception to the rule

Modern decadence has grown in prominence

Now I’m moonlighting destroying evidence

I’ve got a photobooth for wasted youth to pose with the mushroom cloud

There’s an overpaid nihilist on channel 26 saying “man it’s going to get much worse than this”

But do not let the bastards bring you down

Someday, somebody’s gonna call you darling

Other times, you’re gonna feel like everybody’s fool

It’s a mean old world and everybody thinks that they’re special

I hope that you find the exception to the rule

I hope that you find the exception to the rule