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Cynical Bastards Lyrics - High Noon - Arkells

Now, I don't disagree 

It's a hell of a scene. 

Jackson Square dropouts 

Avoiding police. 

If the '80s were tough, 

The '90s were mean. 

All that was left for the desperate 

Were these fast cash machines. 

 

And that easy money 

Never helped anything. 

With that kind of juice, man, 

It ain't worth the squeeze. 

But month by month, 

I feel a change in the breeze, 

So start moving on; 

Make your own history. 

 

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Now, if you want me to boil it down, 

All you cynical bastards, 

Get out of town now. 

If you want me to boil it down, 

All you cynical bastards, 

Move a little faster. 

 

Some people can't shake 

The weight of the past. 

Some people's hearts 

Remain at half-mast. 

It's downtown 

Where it all intersects. 

Some came from the mountain; 

College kids from the west. 

 

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And not every suit lies 

Right through the teeth, 

As good and there's bad 

And there's some between. 

As I wait for the bus 

Coming from the east, 

There's generations of pride 

And elbow grease. 

 

Now, if you want me to boil it down, 

All you cynical bastards, 

Get out of town now 

If you want me to boil it down, 

All you cynical bastards, 

Move a little faster. 

 

I understand 

If it's all a bit much. 

It's a bit of a circus; 

It's a little bit rough. 

I heard this place 

Was run by the mob, 

Buying everyone off 

Down at city hall. 

 

And those Oakville moms, 

They stick up their nose. 

Those Burlington dads 

Keep their daughters at home. 

If you're the kind with nothing to say, 

You heard about this party, 

But you're praying for rain. 

 

Now, if you want me to boil it down, 

All you cynical bastards, 

Get out of town now. 

If you want me to boil it down, 

All you cynical bastards, 

Move a little faster. 

 

If you want me to boil it down, 

All you cynical bastards, 

Get out of town now. 

If you want me to boil it down, 

All you cynical bastards, 

Move a little faster. 

Move a little faster. 

Move a little faster. 

Move a little faster. 

Move a little faster. 

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