Folk punk songs are my new forte, or so i think

Jogging down the city,
breathing in the smog,
seeing all the people,
living happily with their jobs.
Some say to just live simply,
philosophy is a fraud,
lying to the people,
where it gets the money from.

If you're working freelance,
you 're your own boss,
but would that mean self hate,
since we all hate our jobs.
Society is failing,
with poverty by its side,
would it be much better,
if we all fucking died.

It's not about the money,
it's all about the art.
But if I had no money,
then I wouldn't sing this song.

I tried watching "City Lights" once but all I could think of through out the first five minutes of the film was about the time you used your flashlight cause the city lights were out

Fuck this city,
I won't stay in it,
these streets are so narrow,
as we're passing by them,
on Friday nights,
I can barely remember.

I swear I meant well,
when we yelled and we shouted,
our love was ignited,
I thought it went well.

So hurry once more,
don't want to be on my own,
oh no,
I don't want to be on my own.

What a summer,
endless bummer,
cause now I'm all alone.

I swear I meant well,
it didn't go well,
I swear I meant well,
I'm sorry for the living hell.