| Give it up for working stiffs
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| And those who sell their bodies, time and future
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| The popular people
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| Who can shout and spread a catchy rationalization
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| Let’s give a cheer for androids
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| Robot servants and their masters
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| Blind leading the blind
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| And slavery is freedom
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| Starts to resound, everyone knew Madison
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| She came to Hollywood a couple buttons short
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| Couldn’t keep her story straight, she had a drawer
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| Full of poisons, punctures, pictures of victims
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| Of course someone asks
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| Are they still victims if they never realize it?
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| Go ask a PA miner breathing blackness
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| Smoking 3-pack Camels
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| Loyal Americans who love their collar colored for 40 hours
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| A spade is still a spade, a collar is still a collar
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| Whether it be blue or white, it’s still around your neck
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| The silk leash nice and tight, your wife helped pick it out
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| The irony is that you worked 3 hours for it
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| And you wish you could ignore it
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| You’re a hooker, start to realize its true
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| They sniff their coke, you huff your glue
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| Pimps and prostitutes, businessmen in monkey suits
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| On their knees licking corporate boots
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| Suckin' up, jumping through hoops
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| Pimps and Wall Street hoes
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| Work the street in business clothes
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| Blowjobs, rimming, sucking cock
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| They’re getting laid while you’re getting laid off |