it's Friday nite your working week's been long - you want a few lines and some Jager bombs
this modern life has got you all stitched up - the corporations treat your mouth like a cunt
you crave distraction from your unnamed fears, they're winning now so you buy some beers
or you buy a house or you buy some kids and when they grow up they're all in the same shit
and on it goes into the nights, time's maybe a circle and not a line
there's evil in the nature of man I preach extinction I call for a ban
but welcome to the boys in the band, we got robicheau we got smigelskas
and welcome to all the shit youve built, the monuments up on Babylon hill
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