Clit 45

Theyd love to see you in a factory
Thats right where they want you to be
Sweating and struggling for minimum wage
No pride at all no more than a slave
Maybe your a kid from the fucking suburbs
You can wear a suit and calculate numbers
Get caught in their consume and decay
Right in line the American fucking way
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They want to see us rotting in the streets
Fighting and begging with nothing to eat
They dont wanna see us succeeding on our own
They sit and fucking laugh from their fucking thrown
Right where they want you to be
So lets shut up and do what they say
Put our heads between our legs we dont matter anyway
Sit back as were fed all their lies
They took my fucking brain but they gave me this plastic smile
Work for yourself work for the scene
Dont kneel down to their regime
You got a brain so fucking use it
Or sit around and youll fucking lose it
Theyll grind you down till theres nothing left
Lead you tight into the trap theyve set
Dont give into them dont fall for it
Otherwise theyre the master and youre just their fucking puppet
[ Right In Line Lyrics ]