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Profit, career, social climb.
Send your freedom to the gallows,
Take the rope and fuck it again.
Slaves chained to assembly lines, offices,
Bent over desks, glued to tv screens...
"sunday" will be their compensation,
Horses waiting for their sugarplums.
Sunday tradition is their happiness.
Sunday you can be lazy, wake up late,
Watch your fave programs, fuck your partner to the bone...
Ignoring that while you do it there's someone standing on your back,
Ready to stick 6 fingers in your stripped ass
