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

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
PhD to show you're smart with textbook formulas
But you're used up, just like a factory hand

Something is wrong here
You won't find in on a shelf
You're well paid, you're well trained
You're tied to a rack

Company cocktails gotta go
Say the right thing don't fidget, jockey for position
Be polite in the pyramid you hate
Sip that scotch, get that raise, this ain't no party at all

Something is wrong here
You won't find in on a shelf
You're well paid, you're well trained
You're tied to a rack

Cringe and tense up, grind your teeth
And wipe your sweaty palms
Close your windows driving past the low life company bar
They're making fun of you

Ha! Even you, you've gotta punch the clock
Why don't you punch your boss?
Ah, even you, you just punch the clock
Too scared to punch your boss

When will you crack?
When will you crack?
When will you open your eyes
Open your eyes, open your eyes?

Pull up to your sterile home, you're drained
Bite the heads off of your kids
Chew them well, they taste like you, just slam the door

Assigned here 'cause your company owns the land
All your colleagues live here too
Private guards in golf carts keep you safe at home?

Something is wrong here
You won't find in on a shelf
You're well paid, you're well trained
You're tied to a rack

When will you crack?
When will you crack?
When will you crack?
When will you crack?

The dark shattered underbelly of the American dream
Avoid it like the plague
It stares you from your bathroom mirror, drown!