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An Exercise in Futility is a swinging, rocking anthem for revolution. This thing was originally written for a concept album that never happened.

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The blood on our shirts
And the dirt
Is a metaphor for
All for which we've worked
And I know
It's a long way there but a
Longer way back home
So march on
Cause the breath you save won't go
With you when you're gone
And you're dead
Oh the mess we're in really gets into your
Head

So let's sing along to nonexistent songs
You got stuck in your head

Always one more step till there's nothing left
To be desired or said

And always just one more dollar to
Keep your family fed

So let's shed a tear for our greatest years
And here's to looking ahead looking ahead

The Great Satan rolls
And controls
And we're left behind to
Live the lives we stole
For ourselves
And the poor man's heaven's a
First class living hell
So believe
That equality's a
Possibility
For us all
Oh the methods only set us up
To fall to fall to fall
Let's sing along to nonexistent songs
You got stuck in your head

Always one more step till there's nothing left
To be desired or said

And always just one more dollar to
Keep your family fed
So let's shed a tear for our greatest years
And here's to looking ahead looking ahead
I thought we came here for an
Opportunity

Not oppression and a government rule of
Fear and lunacy

Every step that we take towards a
Grand solution

Comes closer to realizing a
Grander delusion

And now the torchlight has faded along with the
Fire in our eyes

How can we progress when the progress itself
Is our demise?
Let's sing along to nonexistent songs
You got stuck in your head

Always one more step till there's nothing left
To be desired or said

And always just one more dollar to
Keep us out of the red
So let's shed a tear for our greatest years
And here's to looking ahead
Looking ahead
Whoa looking ahead

The concrete's waiting baby

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from No One Listens to Skate Punk Anymore, track released January 30, 2011
Jeff Webster/Single White Infidel

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