Sent on his way
Then wasted on the stoop
Koshed on the back
For some minor coup
"What am I to do?"
He said, "Don't break the law"
"But, sir, I've got no money
And my life's become a bore"
It's aggravated mopery
Moping every day and chasing dead dreams
This routine isn't all what it seems
Making up the law, rewriting policies
Those fun-sponge crooks got him beggin' 'em please
They won't admit it
Authority fantasy
But you can smell it
Some'll do the dirt for free
Mopers will shit it
Weakened society
Normalise the hate
Widespread infamy
They won't admit it
Authority fantasy
But you can smell it
Some'll do the dirt for free
Mopers will shit it
Weakened society
Normalize the hate
"Someone's got it in for me"
It's aggravated mopery