Professionals lyrics

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.