So if you're tired of the race and all the winners
Human hands on laboring machines
And a hate of doubt consumption can't deliver

Take a number

I want it new, and full of dread

you're in the big house now, what if I sped?

Here all living in this foreign soil

Here all floating on the boiling oil

What can I do? The sky is red

you're in the big house now, what if I sped?

You're in the big house now

you're in the big house now
you're in the big house now