Music: C.P./Hoyer
Arranger: Ophidian
You're not your job
You're not how much money you have in the bank
You're not the car you drive
You're not the contents of your wallet
You're not your ****ing khakis
You are the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world
Do not **** with us
You're not your job
You're not how much money you have in the bank
You're not the car you drive
You're not the contents of your wallet
You're not your ****ing khakis
You are the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world
Do not **** with us
Advertising has us chasing cars and clothes
Working jobs we hate so we can buy shit we don't need
We're the middle children of history ,man
No purpose or place
We have no Great War
No Great Depression
Our great war is a spiritual war
Our great depression is our lives
We've all been raised on Television
To believe that one day we'd all be millionaires
And movie gods and rock stars
But we won't
We're slowly learning that fact
And we're very,very pissed of
Do not **** with us
You're not your job
You're not how much money you have in the bank
You're not the car you drive
You're not the contents of your wallet
You're not your ****ing khakis
You are the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world
Do not **** with us
We've all been raised on Television
To believe that one day we'd all be millionaires
And movie gods and rock stars
But we won't
We're slowly learning that fact
And we're very,very pissed of