| Public servant, public slave
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| It’s one single slide from the cradle to the grave
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| Can’t remember why you’re still in the race
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| To be a public servant, public slave
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| You got to know who satan is
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| You know you made him come alive
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| You let the yahoos write the script
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| When you sold your soul to survive
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| I only want to hear my voice
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| Come on, hit me where I live
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| Let’s imagine we had a choice
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| Let’s pretend we’re persuasive
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| I guess it keeps you off the street
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| I guess you couldn’t find honest work
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| And you’re content to follow the fleet
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| Hanging 'round with world-class jerks
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| I guess you can’t have too little class
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| Sometimes it pays to have no soul
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| Just keep your mindset in the past
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| And your head up your asshole
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| It’s not as if we couldn’t cope
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| It’s not as if the pope eloped
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| It’s just as if you’re out of hope
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| And if you can’t stand twice as tall
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| If you’re too afraid to fall
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| If you haven’t got the balls
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| Cut 'em loose |