When fred and barney rubble (please kill me) indoctrinate me in my own home and try to tell me that mr slate’s got it rough on his corporate throne, "yeah, mr slate, boys, has bigger prob
Than we’ve ever known, and a man like deserves respect and your respect alone" indoctrination to keep you in your place, brainwashing to enslave the human race they’ll get you when you’re
And forever they embrace (were you dropped as a baby? cuz brains you lack-anthrax) a gov’t self-portrait, an evil we must face (and replace), you’ve convinced me that a working class stiff (but
Oud one!) is what I am and that for minimum wage in this state-run cage that should always do the best that I can just do what I’m told till I’m to old to move my broken, twisted carcass out of
Don’t take a stand, just take commands until I’m dead