i see you everday 
on your way home from work
 your [bad word] down 
in your slacks [bad word] shirt 
rotting in a cubical thats 5x4 
i can't stand this [bad word] 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 
 [bad word] the future live for now 
who can you say there will be a tomorrow 

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 lifeis 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 [bad word] off your time is through