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late for work again today.
somebody's lying down on the job again.
will you people please stop jumping under my train?
ladies and gentlemen, there will be a slight delay
while we hose the blood away.
and the clock keeps ticking...
so I spent my evening wishing I was never born,
drinking toasts to that hood with the hooves and the horns
because the roaches won't do my laundry no more
and the rats refuse to fix the holes in the floor.
water comes through the ceiling...
i asked a pig if he wanted to dance
he said, is that a 45 in your pants
or are you just happy to see me?
i said, all i need is a distraction
or maybe a sense of satisfaction,
perhaps a pair of pliers to rip off these blinders
cause my peripheral vision is dying.
it ain't as if i ain't trying.
i'm a rat in a maze of my own devising.
and is that a call to arms...
is that a call to arms i hear rising?
is that a call to arms i hear rising out of that concrete hole?
yer war on drugs got no soul.
yer hired thugs got no soul.
you hippy trash got no soul.
yer yuppie cash got no soul.
yer video clips...
yer beauty tips...
remote control...
it's a big black hole...
i got no soul.
and the clock's clicking off like the timer on some big neutron switch
except that there's just one hitch: you gotta strike it rich
before the shit comes down.
so they're out there panhandling for gold
prospecting in the street, sifting garbage in the gutter,
digging in the tenements, looking for a vein,
trying to find that big score: the mother lode.
and everyone's a wannabe:
the wicked and the weak,
the victors and the victimized,
the economists and the economized.
my t.v. mind-set is shattered, sh'dooby.
no guts, no glory, no balls, whatever you wanna call it,
there ain't nothing real there at all,
and i don't feel whole.
yeah, yer mobile phone got no soul.
yer rolling stone got no soul.
yer music scene got no soul.
yer answering machine got no soul.
yer microwave...
yer toilet slave...
you corporate swine...
yer bullshit line...
hey you on the payroll!
hey you on the j train!
hey you on the t.v. news!
hey you in the 3-piece suit!
you got no soul.
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