Texty: Dead Kennedys. Plastic Surgery Disasters. Well Paid Scentist.

You're a well paid scientist You only talk in facts You know you're always right 'Cause you know how to prove it Step by step A PhD to show you're smart With textbook formulas But you're used up Just like a factory hand [Chorus] You're well paid Something is wrong here You won't find in on a shelf You're well trained You're tied to a rack Say the right thing Company cocktails-gotta go Be polite Don't fidget, jockey for position In the pyramid you hate Get that raise Sip that scotch This ain't no party at all [Chorus] Grind your teeth Cringe and tense up And wipe your sweaty palms Close your windows driving past The low life company bar They're making fun of you Even you AHHH You've gotta punch the clock Too scared to punch your boss When will you crack When will you crack When will you crack When will you open your eyes Pull up to your sterile home You're drained Bite the heads off of your kids Just slam the door Chew them well, they taste like you Assigned here 'cause your company owns the land All your colleagues live there too Private guards in golf carts Keep you safe at home? When will you crack [Chorus] When will you crack When will you crack When will you crack The dark shattered underbelly Avoid it like the plague Of the American dream It stares you from your bathroom mirror Drown