|
I am tireless, sub zero, comin' from the wireless |
|
Won't be no scenery, no part of the machinery |
|
I go on and on, but never below, |
|
So now you see me and know |
|
You can check it and go |
|
'Cause I'm so bored |
|
That I can't even pretend no more, |
|
It's so pathetic that I'm rolling around on the floor |
|
Laughing at one big gag |
|
And every now and then they pull another rabbit out of the bag |
|
of sad diversions, useless tedious excursions, |
|
Roll into unrealistic, crypto-fascistic, |
|
Comedy doctrine, kick the ballistics |
|
Again and again and again, just say when |
|
Ya had enough, sad enough or mad enough |
|
To do something simple and kind, |
|
Now is the time |
|
A change of state of mind. |
|
I am a loner, a zoner. I utilize the microphone |
|
And if they try a tap I leave 'em hangin' on the telephone. |
|
They're wasted, so wasted, so |
|
They're waiting for the visitors so they can go and try again |
|
On the next step, on the next one. |
|
Come on and get some, jet some, static, solid-state, automatic. |
|
Sporadic and random - 'cause nobody planned 'em. |
|
Anarchy, free thought can't be bought, |
|
So disregard the lessons and the shit you've been taught. |
|
I'm saying it and now they're playing it to me |
|
Larger than life every day and this is what they say: |
|
Shut your mouth and get back in line |
|
And if you don't like it - |
|
Well it suits us just fine. |
|
We pull the levers |
|
We hold the strings |
|
And these are just a few of our favourite things. |
|
Learn the words of the company song |
|
"White is right is right is strong". |
|
Come on children all sing along |
|
'Cause if you think you can change |
|
You were never more wrong. |
|
No fuck that - you won't take me |
|
You won't break me and you'll never make me |
|
Step in line or step march in time. |
|
Well you can violate my body but my soul is still mine. |
|
You must think that I'm fucking stupid, man, |
|
If you think I'm gonna hang with the program, |
|
Some fool schedule. |
|
I don't give a shit about |
|
What is or what isn't cool. |
|
I make the rules, I stand alone |
|
And if they try a tap I leave 'em hangin' on the telephone. |
|
One of these days I'm gonna get sectioned, |
|
I bet they even say it's for my own protection. |
|
Rejection leads straight to correction. |
|
Look out, here comes a strange injection |
|
They've got a drug to numb my erection, |
|
But they won't take this from me: |
|
My state of mind. |