A Floater Left With Pleasure In The Executive Washroom. - Dillinger Four

Single file lines born by design

With a brass ring so deceiving

Chipped away to a status cult

Where indifference breeds control

And then with time comes «toe the line»

Cherish this pride made numb from feeling

The we have denial

«It's all in my head»

Will we do anything for bread?

If anything we’ve ever said

Means nothing now than it never did

Believe me

This isn’t what we want

This isn’t what we need

This is what we can afford

Where once there was a pat on the back

Is now just a crack of the whip

Where once there was a celebrated coming of age

Is just a uniform that doesn’t fit

Witness this most common breed

Whittled down to property

And keep on singin'

«It's all in my head»

Will we do anything for bread?

If anything we’ve ever said

Means nothing now than it never did

Believe me

This isn’t what we want

This isn’t what we need

This is what we can afford

Where once there was a pat on the back

Is now just a crack of the whip

Where once there was a celebrated coming of age

Is just a uniform that doesn’t fit

Witness this most common breed

Whittled down to property

And keep on singin'

«It's all in my head»

Celebrate this sorry state

With anecdotes of what you hate

And try to take comfort in the fact

That you’re not alone

This isn’t you

It’s just what you do

Don’t mistake the irony of calling it a «living»

If you feel like no one

If you feel like nothing

You’ve only been taking what they’re giving