A Floater Left With Pleasure In The Executive Washroom

Dillinger Four

Single file lines born by design 
With a brass ring so deceiving 
Chipped away to a status cult 
Where indifference breeds control 
And then with time comes "toe the line" 
Cherish this pride made numb from feeling 
The we have denial 
"It's all in my head" 

Will we do anything for bread? 

If anything we've ever said 
Means nothing now than it never did 
Believe me 
This isn't what we want 
This isn't what we need 
This is what we can afford 

Where once there was a pat on the back 
Is now just a crack of the whip 
Where once there was a celebrated coming of age 
Is just a uniform that doesn't fit 
Witness this most common breed 
Whittled down to property 
And keep on singin' 
"It's all in my head" 

Will we do anything for bread? 

If anything we've ever said 
Means nothing now than it never did 
Believe me 
This isn't what we want 
This isn't what we need 
This is what we can afford 

Where once there was a pat on the back 
Is now just a crack of the whip 
Where once there was a celebrated coming of age 
Is just a uniform that doesn't fit 
Witness this most common breed 
Whittled down to property 
And keep on singin' 
"It's all in my head" 

Celebrate this sorry state 
With anecdotes of what you hate 
And try to take comfort in the fact 
That you're not alone 

This isn't you 
It's just what you do 
Don't mistake the irony of calling it a "living" 
If you feel like no one 
If you feel like nothing 
You've only been taking what they're giving