Testo di Contempt

You had your freedom but you sold it away You'll get it back when you're old and grey Now you're staring out the warehouse window Just like a child waiting for dismissal You look at us with contempt in your eyes We're the people you despise Drowning in a sea of debt Always pay in but what do you get You're so thick you cant see inside You're just a slave to conventional pride Nine to five at a frantic pace Your just a number with out a face Two weeks freedom in a year Sounds like a pretty shitty career