They'd love to see you in a factory
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That's right where they want you to be
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Sweating and struggling for minimum wage
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No pride at all no more than a slave
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Maybe your a kid from the fucking suburbs
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You can wear a suit and calculate numbers'
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Get caught in their consume and decay
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Right in line the American fucking way
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They want to see us rotting in the streets
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Fighting and begging with nothing to eat
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They don't wanna see us succeeding on our own
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They sit and fucking laugh from their fucking thrown
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Right where they want you to be
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So let's shut up and do what they say
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Put our heads between our legs we don't matter anyway
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Sit back as we're fed all their lies
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They took my fucking brain but they gave me this plastic smile
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Work for yourself work for the scene
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Don't kneel down to their regime
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You got a brain so fucking use it
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Or sit around and you'll fucking lose it
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They'll grind you down till there's nothing left
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Lead you tight into the trap they've set
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Don't give into them don't fall for it
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Otherwise they're the master and you're just their fucking puppet
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Right In Line
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