Whip crack in the back!
Suffering from a heart attack,
Your face is looking pale and your jaw is looking slack
Go back, go back from whence you came
Once you enter here, you'll never be the same
This outpour
This rage
This fire of sage
Bush
Ignites in your brain.  internal organs turn to mush.
Of course discourse leads one off course
To slide face first into the blackened dirt.

Now work, now work.  As hard as you can
Break your back for the consumers and your soul for the man
You stand
You try
But your knees go wild
And your bowing once again
As if to be admired