Emojis from the Underground

Never get used 'cause I stay useless
I steer clear of power and its many abuses
You can catch me hanging round your towns underground
They got the best sounds and the revelry abounds

Fumbling through rubbish, it keeps me humble
I stick to back alleys while the avenues crumble
It takes courage to face it, patience to change it
Lucky for me, I’m well versed in evasion

Oh, freedom of choice, what a moot point
Your sense of self's just a survival ploy
We're all rats in lab coats, fruit flies with frontal lobes
You gotta dance with circumstance and hope you win the crap shoot

I’m swaying like a metronome before the show
Swallowing whole bottles just to keep up the tempo
And words dribble out from the spout off my mouth
They're drinking them down like they're living in drought

They want some of that old time punk sophistry
Well established anti-establishment philosophy
Congratulations on your new-found revelations
I think I'll help myself to another libation

Freedom of choice, oh, the point is moot
All your thoughts and desires are chosen for you
You can all for axioms 'til your face turns blue
You gotta dance with circumstance and hope you win the crap shoot