Oh yeah, it's real frightening
to think someone owns everything
Oh Wee Oh
We got your Savior in our pocket
Try to make sure that no one could
ever own a little piece of me
Who owns what
and what does one say
they can truly own?
I know it's an illusion, but try to
tell the landlord of my home
A tiny little box is all and you're
that I know can handle
try to raise a kid in there and
use the room that's like an angle
Trying to thin us out
Some kind of genocide amongst
the classes
Hoping we'll all kill each other
til a generation passes
That's if we can find the time
between the kids and work
and sleep and working at
some shitty job with no
respect, but lots of f*cking
overtime, and then to bed
Stay up too late, you'll never
get up in time for work
So go to sleep and try
to dream of killing your boss