Lyrics Market Mistress - Civilian

Market Mistress

You don’t speak the truth if it offends them
I find this disconcerting
What they call recession
We both know is judgment
They hope they’re right
And that this ship will turn around
Because they traded their wives
For a better piece of ass, a market mistress
You think that you’re Daniel
Not bowing solely out of principle
But truth be told, you’re caustic
Playing race cards like your parents did
It’s us vs. them vs. the blacks and the Joneses
And you can’t win, you lack the perspective
You find your heart is at the center of all of this
Our fortunate sons unfortunately trust
Our prejudice and our reason