There's nothing wrong with having the self confidence that comes with questioning and examining one's own logic and acceptance of past mistakes with the desire to learn from them.
That being said, the smug and smarmy attitude of a lot of baby boomers who recently fell ass backward into a pile of Federal Reserve Notes during the past decade (plus) will soon vanish like a fog in direct sunlight. They are in for a rude awakening. Those Notes were pulled directly from the asses of several Chairpersons over a long period of time (starting with Bernanke) and the stench is becoming overwhelming.
Party's over bitches. September is finally here and The Fed no longer has your back. You're on your own up on the tightrope and The Fed has taken down the safety net (finally).
Once upon a time you dressed so fineThrew the bums a dime in your prime, didn't you?People call say 'beware doll, you're bound to fall'You thought they were all kidding youYou used to laugh aboutEverybody that was hanging outNow you don't talk so loudNow you don't seem so proudAbout having to be scrounging your next meal
How does it feel, how does it feel?To be without a homeLike a complete unknown, like a rolling stone
Ahh you've gone to the finest schools, alright Miss LonelyBut you know you only used to get juiced in itNobody's ever taught you how to live out on the streetAnd now you're gonna have to get used to itYou say you never compromiseWith the mystery tramp, but now you realizeHe's not selling any alibisAs you stare into the vacuum of his eyesAnd say do you want to make a deal?
How does it feel, how does it feel?To be on your own, with no direction homeA complete unknown, like a rolling stone
Ah you never turned around to see the frownsOn the jugglers and the clowns when they all did tricks for youYou never understood that it ain't no goodYou shouldn't let other people get your kicks for youYou used to ride on a chrome horse with your diplomatWho carried on his shoulder a Siamese catAin't it hard when you discovered thatHe really wasn't where it's atAfter he took from you everything he could steal
How does it feel, how does it feel?To be on your own, with no direction homeLike a complete unknown, like a rolling stone
Ahh princess on a steeple and all the pretty peopleThey're all drinking, thinking that they've got it madeExchanging all precious giftsBut you better take your diamond ring, you better pawn it babeYou used to be so amusedAt Napoleon in rags and the language that he usedGo to him he calls you, you can't refuseWhen you ain't got nothing, you got nothing to loseYou're invisible now, you've got no secrets to conceal
How does it feel, ah how does it feel?To be on your own, with no direction homeLike a complete unknown, like a rolling stone
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