to tell me that mr. slate’s got it rough on his corporate throne, «yeah, mr.
slate, boys, has bigger prob
Than we’ve ever known, and a man like deserves respect and your respect alone»
indoctrination to keep you in your place, brainwashing to enslave the human race.
they’ll get you when you’re
And forever they embrace (were you dropped as a baby? cuz brains you lack-anthrax) a
gov’t self-portrait, an evil we must face (and replace), you’ve convinced me that a
working class stiff (but
Oud one!) is what i am and that for minimum wage in this state-run cage that should
always do the best that i can. just do what i’m told till i’m to old to move my
broken, twisted carcass out of
Don’t take a stand, just take commands until i’m dead.
