Working overtime
These robot's they are demanding
It's not the air that keeps me standing
Build a car that drives
On bullshit and some believing
Cut my feet off
And sewed on some wheels that really shine
Yeah
And I found the party line
Some people to represent me
It's not heaven but at least I'm on the list
Get your act together
That shirt definitely doesn't match your face
Don't talk back
Just do it again, and again, and again
And again
So god's set on believing missеd the call
And that's called lack of reason
And you know it's all
So dеad set on this reason
That makes you shackled to your drawers
Melt down to the picture box, prison cell
This road is like a seesaw
Hurry back I want to see some more