´Cause you were bread for humanity And sold to society. One day you´ll wake in the present days, A million generations removed from expectation of Abeing who you really want to be.
Welcome my son, Welcome to the machine. Where have you been? It's alright we know where you've been.
Now there's no more oak oppression, For they passed a noble law, And the trees are all kept equal by hatchet, axe, and saw.
I've got the pedal to the floor an’ my life is running faster. I'm outta money outta hope it looks like self destruction. Well how much more can we take with all of this corruption.
I'm going to be a happy idiot And struggle for the legal tender Where the ads take aim and lay their claim To the heart and the soul of the spender.
Some rich men came and raped the land, Nobody caught 'em. Put up a bunch of ugly boxes, and Jesus, people bought 'em.
