Number One Lyrics

You tell me what to do? You enforce some one else's
rules. Take pride in what I do? Not likely if I do it for
you. Such an important man, puppet to those who feed your
pocket, kissing their asses doesn't make you any less
expendable. Spineless, back stabbing, don't act like you
are doing me a favor. Two faced-bottom-feeder, threaten me with my security but the problem is I don't give a
f*ck. You would do anything to get yourself ahead, but
you will never touch what they make off us, so run along
now with your tail between your legs, sell it all out for
an extra dollar an hour. This is my time, you buy it from
me; I'll take no pride in any company.

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