A good little subject since the day you were born
Fit the mould so well you never needed to conform
Kiss $$# on those above you, step on those below

That's what you've been taught, so that's the way you go
If you think I'm disrespectful? Get $#&@ing used to it;


You homophobic, narrow minded, racist little %#@!
You haven't got a thought of your own in your head
You are a corpse in the swelling ranks of the living dead


Out of school, into a new, a job and then wed
You never started thinking, got a TV instead

And that's where you get your all information:
State propaganda and crude manipulation
The lies that keep getting more and more absurd

But you still believe every $#&@ing word
Mouth open, mind closed, eyes sickly red
Don't get up from the couch, you're already dead


Keep changing the channel in search of your dreams
Keep falling asleep in front of the screen

Keep worshipping those you think are stars
Keep polishing your already shiny cars
Keep ignoring the doubt that's eating your brain

Keep eating your pills so you don't go insane
Keep dying a little bit every single day
And keep the $#&@, out of my way