Zoom in to the fuming of an
Half the patients wasted self
So I focus on the urban Oxygen samples,
the hot that made it breathe
They sold Pompeii impression,
And twelve steps to lesson
Cretins swiftly tippy toe on hard to swallow,
The give- it get- it, never let it self pass the word,
Martyrs talks money causes in
I've thrown long Hail Mary bombs
Toward cookie- cutter Mother Natures
bedazzled synthetic fabrics
Life treats the peasants like
They tried to fuck his woman
Well they're merely chasing
When the clock strikes nine
I'll be waking with the best of
routine caffiene team players
heartstring Big Brother is watching
My odometer like buzzard to fallen elk,
We got babies, rubber stamps,
We on some door- to- door now
Order ten dollars or more,
we'll shove it down your throat for free
For copper pennies for one
So we can retain baby fat
Make the biter snake bedlam
heckle shiesty brain headroom shaped planet
Bent barrel one eight zero,
you'll turn, squeeze, ending
It's bigger than a breadbox
It can roast my leaky finance
With a Coke and a bag of chips
To watch a thousand lemmings
Sometimes I laugh at victory,
kissing these little question marks
I tend to underestimate my average
Just another bastard savage
Someday you'll all eat out
'cause every dog has its day
At which point, I'll pull it away

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Get nowNow we the American working population
Hate the fact that eight hours a day
Is wasted on chasing the dream
And we may not hate our jobs
But we hate jobs in general
with fighting our own causes
We the American working population
Hate the nine- to- five day- in day- out
When we'd rather be supporting ourselves
By being paid to perfect the pasttimes
That it makes us smile if it
Everything I built burned yesterday
Let's display the purpose
Elevate the spreading of the silk germ
Trying to weave a web but all
that I believe in is dead
Nah brother, it's the year of the jackal
Shackle up the hassle by the dooming
I bought some new sneakers
I just hope my legacy matches
It's the year of the landshark
damn get these men some water
They're out there being slaughtered
In meaningless wars so you
And can sit and soak the idiotbox trying
Man it's the year of the Orphan
Seated adjacent to the firefly circling
the torches on your porches
Trying to guard the fortress of a king
they've never seen or met
But all are trained to murder at the
Maybe it's the year of the
Cockroach utter thug specimen
dreaming of your next of kin
I'm still dealing with this mess I'm in
I've been the object of your ridicule
You've been a bitch lieutenant
Spitting forty plus a week
And trying to rape earth on my off time
I can't keep myself busy enough
And I'ma let you think you won
We the American working population
Hate the fact that eight hours a day
Is wasted on chasing the dream
And we may not hate our jobs
But we hate jobs in general
with fighting our own causes
We the American working population
Hate the nine to five day- in day- out
But we'd rather be supporting ourselves
By be ing paid to perfect
That it makes us smile if it sound