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Me, i'm part of the machine,
the bottom rung of the company,
the only time i start to worry,
is when the machine becomes part of me
Me and my self esteem...
i'd like to go back to sleep,
but even my dreams these days,
have work related scenes
Friday night i went out for a drink,
saturday and sunday i was free,
free to sleep,
free to read,
freedom from security
They take away my whole day,
they're taking my soul away,
taking my heart and soul,
for products useless anyway
Me, when i was younger i thought i was free,
how much wronger could i be?
the company will grind on careless,
with or without me
Friday night i went out for a drink,
saturday and sunday i was free,
free to read,
free to drink,
freedom from security
- Album:
- Miscellaneous
- Quetzalcoatl
- She Has No Control
- Open Road: The Allied Years (1992–1997)
- Nostalgic for Nothing
- J Church / Storm the Tower - Split EP
- How to Be Punk, Volume 1
- Return of the Read Menace
- The Precession of Simulacra - The Map Preceeds the Territory
- Five Years on the Streets
- Yellow, Blue and Green
- Camels, Spilled Corona and the Sound of Mariachi Bands
- One Mississippi
- The Drama of Alienation
- Mailorder is FUN!
- Arbor Vitae
- The Year of the Rat
- Prophylaxis
- Analysis, Yes, Very Nice
- Society Is a Carnivorous Flower