i see you everday on your way home from work your feeling run down in your slacks and company shirt rotting in a cubical thats 5x4 i can't stand this fucking job anymore a mindless puppet staring at the screen so all this is the american dream a ten hour day and a six day week you've got no life, you let them control you fuck the future live for now who can you say there will be atomorrow with forty years gone what do you have left? you lost all respect through corporate theft you lent them your mind and they sold your soul your life is a waste now, you're just another prole it's never too late so just remember you're not a person to them, your just a number you don't need the boss, the boss needs you tell him to fuck off your time is through