Give it up for workin stiffs
And those who sell their bodies,time and future
The popular people who can shout and spread
A catchy rationalization
Lets give a cheer for androids, robots,
Servants and their masters
"blind leading the blind" and "slavery is freedom"
Starts to resound
Everyone knew madison
She came to hollywood
A couple buttons short
Couldnt keep her story straight
She had a drawer full of poisons,
Punctures, pictures of victims
Of course someone asks are they still victims if
They never realize it? go ask a PA minor
Breathing blackness smoking 3 pack camels
Loyal americans who love their collar colored
For 40 hours a spade is still a spade, a collar is still
A collar whether it be blue or white
Its still around your neck, the silk leash nice and tight
Your wife helped pick it out the irony is
That your worked 3 hours for it you wish you
Could ignore it
You're a hooker.
Start to realize its true
They sniff their coke you huff your glue
Pimps and prostitutes
Buisnessmen in monkey suits
On their knees
Licking corporate boots
Suckin up jumping through hoops
Pimps and wall street ho's
Work the street in business clothes
Blows jobs, rimming, sucking cock,
They're getting laid while you're getting laid off.
Writer(s): Michael John Burkett
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