Toes To the Line

Credit cards, color TV
Stocks and bonds, commodities
Stereo and VCR
Car phones and a brand new car

Working hours from nine to five
The battle ground where I must strive
To beat the boys at their own game
To reach the top, and make a name

Morning coffee, dress to leave
My father's hand comes through my sleeve

Soul long numb through actor's art
I steal my soul to play my part
If I fail at this charade
Then of my soul I've made pour trade

Without a thought they teach what taught
And dearly bought
The individual dies from the narration

Lifeless lumps, cold coal for eyes
The child becomes that so despised



Credits
Writer(s): Rance Sundquist
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