Professionals Lyrics & Chords By Viva Death

We are the generation, hell-bent on liberty
Freedom from contradiction, freedom from history
Incorporate, educate the masses
If you believe what you want to believe
We've got more than a reason
You call it truth and they call it treason
I'll get my way, I'll get my problem solved
I'll get my pay, I'm a professional
The problem of my reflex, the shelter of my defense So what's the point of the revelry? And all your superficiality?
We won't get good advice from any institution
Nobody has the answers, but nobody's going to tell you.