Testo di The Bottom Line

Sunrise Sunset Days turn into weeks and years And as the grind bears down You get into this shape: Bored and numb And full of self hate Your eyes are open but you're sleeping All the time Dues paying charter member, slave to The bottom line Got six televisions and vcrs And a low percentage on the credit Card The sega, quadra, and the hi-8 You entertain yourself into this state The mild distractions keep you just so Occupied Dues paying charter member, slave to The bottom line So snuff your candles all out Just one at a time Or do something dangerous and Intensify your life You gotta slap yourself awake from the White noise buzzing haze Make it so the glazed eye drones are Gonna mock you everyday You're a perfect machine part if you Just Fit in with the plan Pulse pounding, pressure mounting Get up and yell: Shut that off.