| I see you everyday on your way home from work
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| You’re feeling run down in your slacks and company shirt Rotting in a cubical
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| that’s five-by-four
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| I can’t stand this fucking job anymore
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| A mindless puppet is staring at the screen
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| So this is the American dream
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| A ten hour-day and a six-day week
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| You’ve got no life, you let them control you
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| Fuck the future, live for now
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| Who can you say that there will be a tomorrow?
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| With forty years gone, what do you got left?
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| You lost your self-respect to corporate theft
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| You lent them your mind and they sold your soul
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| Your life is a waste now, you’re just another prole
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| It’s never too late, so just remember
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| You’re not a person to them, you’re just a number
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| You don’t need the boss, the boss needs you
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| So tell him to fuck off, your time is through |