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
"Its all in my head"
Will we do anything for bread?
If anything weve ever said
Means nothing now than it never did
Believe me
This isnt what we want
This isnt 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 doesnt fit
Witness this most common breed
Whittled down to property
And keep on singin
"Its all in my head"
Celebrate this sorry state
With anecdotes of what you hate
And try to take comfort in the fact
That youre not alone
This isnt you
Its just what you do
Dont mistake the irony of calling it a "living"
If you feel like no one
If you feel like nothing
Youve only been taking what theyre giving
[ A Floater Left With Pleasure In The Executive Washroom Lyrics ]