Aged eighteen you used to daydream, 
steer clear of the mainstream, 
however loud they'd scream. 
Told yourself you’d never do what they do, always remain [bad word]  
thought you’d change the world, 
but the world changed you.
And you didn’t even notice it happening,
but here you are, 
legs spread, 
coated in Vaseline. 
Man, I’m not surprised you’re sore, 
you’re nothing more than a corporate [bad word]  I wonder how much they bought you for? Climb the ladder,
live the dream, 
get a job and a routine, 
be a cog in a machine, 
at last your heart’s grown 
as mean and cold as the shareholders', 
you sold us out, and for what? 
Are you having fun? 
I’m just getting [bad word] cos I can’t think of anything better
to spend my money on. [bad word] a long way 
haven’t we? 
Oh apparently so, 
look at all the clever things we’ve done, 
but what’s the point? 
Seems to me 
we’re just making [bad word] 
for the sake of it, 
supply and demand you buy, 
head hurts from all the adverts you can’t escape, 
however hard you try, 
but so what? 
Just as long as you earn more, 
you don’t give a [bad word] what you do, 
who you work for, 
or what you produce. 
Well whatever helps you sleep at night, 
but God’s honest [bad word]  
“I’m just doing my job” is not an excuse. 
So don’t you dare tell me to grow up, 
I know what you mean, 
you mean give up, 
let go of your dream. 
Well  [bad word] you 
and the guns you never stuck to, 
thanks for helping make a world with no one left to look up to. 
Go ahead
give your life to making the rich richer, 
pay attention to the details, 
forget about the big picture, 
but brace yourself one day it’s gonna hit you, you can’t take your money with you. 

And on that day, 
the music box will open 
and this is what will play. 

It’s embarrassing, 
but this is what happens 
when you murder heroes 
and idolise average men. 
Strange, 
I though we were taught to be honest, 
now for some reason we [bad word] [bad word]  
You told yourself 
you were gonna make every second count, check it out,
not exactly keeping your promise. 
Eat, 
sleep, 
watch TV, 
go to the pub 
and spend 35 hours a week in the office. 
And your job is so amazingly dull 
that your brain has melted 
and escaped from your skull. 
I see that vacant look on your face, 
well a culture based on war 
and waste can be an awfully boring place. But a flickering screen is all it takes, 
ooh, 
a celebrity falls from grace, 
wow, 
a [bad word] that ain’t funny, 
oh I forgot, 
the aim is not to entertain 
it’s to make money. 
I’d like to make a toast
 to [bad word] the thing you hate the most, cheers, 
here’s to being bitter and twisted, 
to constantly taking the [bad word] 
and making jokes, 
to never doing what you want to do 
cos you’re scared of other people 
making fun of you, 
to blatantly wasting your time, 
to knowing people starve every day 
and pretending 
that everything’s basically fine. 
“Yeah, but it’s not my fault,” 
I hear you crying, 
“perpetuating a system you didn’t design 
isn’t a crime,” 
no, 
but in a system that’s all about profit, 
there will always be war 
if it lines someone’s pocket. 
And while you’re doing nothing to stop it, you’re actually giving your endorsement, 
so what you do is important. 
One day you’re gonna realise 
you can’t just ignore it, 
cos if you don’t oppose it, 
you support it. 

And on that day, 
the music box will open 
and this is what will play.