Full employment family of four
Precious gifts, what you've been asking for
They feel like a rope when they're wrapped around your throat
Always said you wanted less not more
The sky is calling you
On the outside your skin is clear
While your modern myths are eating you
You tie the rope on your own
You tie the rope on your own
You tie the rope on your own
They give you rope
Here's your moment, the Q+A
No one wants to hear what you've got to say
You know, and they know it too
Etiquette prohibits your point of view
Every last one through the fucking hole
Every last one through the fucking hole
You tie the rope on your own
You tie the rope on your own
You tie the rope on your own
They give you rope