Slaves of Conformity Lyrics

Disco jock, a hand job
With a pimple for a brain
A suit and tie, lots of lies
Money is his game
Join the crowd
Don't speak out loud
Or you'll never get your pay
Salute the flag, what a drag
Nothing but a slave of conformity

Their all lame
They look the same
American yuppies
Haircut, a fast buck
A low mentality
Go to war, who cares what for
So long as there is money
To their graves
Go the stupid nave's
Slaves of conformity