Making Progress

Electric Six

Love is nothing more than a stain on a dress 
Watching things you sold being purchased for less 
Euthanasia that's easy to ingest 
And they call this making progress 
If you take a billion plus a little finesse 
And dreamy Yale boys cashing in on their "success" 
Then you take a bath in Uncle Sam's treasure chest 
That equals making progress 
Meanwhile I am drowning in an ocean of stress 
Analyzing data for a sure, sure bet 
An affordable commodity that I can invest 
Your love 
Your sweet, sweet love I guess 
Baby, baby it would be the best 
If we got together tonight and regressed 
It's not like we'd be de-evolving 
And the world wouldn't stop revolving 
We could forget the problems no one's solving 
Surely I jest 
And you're not listening anyway 
Where we go from here baby is anybody's guess 
So repress your insecurities and take off that dress 
Cause the day we realize no one can clean up this mess 
Will be a fine day for making progress