No Free Lunch

No free lunch...
(Ohohoh...)
Just keep on working.

Born with a silver spoon in their hand,
They tell us this is a fair land.
Work hard, they say, and you'll rise,
While they pull wool over our eyes.

Oh-oh-oh-oh...

Clocking in before the sun starts to shine,
Chasing a dream on a crooked line.
Every coin we drop into their machine,
Just feeds a hunger that stays unseen.

And they smile and say... (There's no such thing as a free lunch!)
As they take it all away. (No free lunch!)

The system works if you play their game,
They sleep while we carry the flame.
Born at the finish line, waving goodbye,
While we spend our lives learning to fly.
Yeah, Paying for crumbs they drop from above,
And calling it freedom, calling it love.

Another bill, another promise they break,
Just how much more can a backbone take?
We buy the story that they love to sell,
Building our own private little hell.

And they smile and say... (There's no such thing as a free lunch!)
As they look the other way. (No free lunch!)

The system works if you play their game,
They sleep while we carry the flame.
Born at the finish line, waving goodbye,
While we spend our lives learning to fly.
Paying for crumbs they drop from above,
And calling it freedom, calling it love.
Oh-oh-oh-oh...

(Mmm... no free lunch...)
Just a quiet little toll.
(Ohohoh...)
For selling our soul.

Oh, The system works if you play their game,
They sleep while we carry the flame.
Born at the finish line, waving goodbye,
While we spend our lives learning to fly.