Our cycle of grit and grind
The brutal societal kind
Left the warm insides dry
To want ***** on the fly
Stretch the muscles sore
Yet he runs back for more
Forget the need to vent
Boy, you need to pay rent
Those arms toned healthy
By street dancing and Tai Chi
Are used as gears of machines
Or to wipe **** ***** clean
Those great young Picassos
Or those potential Platos
Have their way to top so steep
Since ideas and art are cheap
Those beautiful people
Paid to lend their *******
To wolves of superior collar
Proudly sorted by the color
The herd united in this song
La la la, there's nothing wrong
We are all numb as hookers
The system—the avid customer
Dec 30, 2018
Dec 30, 2018 at 7:22 AM UTC
Our cycle of grit and grind
The brutal societal kind
Left the warm insides dry
To want ***** on the fly
Stretch the muscles sore
Yet he runs back for more
Forget the need to vent
Boy, you need to pay rent
Those arms toned healthy
By street dancing and Tai Chi
Are used as gears of machines
Or to wipe **** ***** clean
Those great young Picassos
Or those potential Platos
Have their way to top so steep
Since ideas and art are cheap
Those beautiful people
Paid to lend their *******
To wolves of superior collar
Proudly sorted by the color
The herd united in this song
La la la, there's nothing wrong
We are all numb as hookers
The system—the avid customer
