Livestock

There's a rest stop
Somewhere in Pennsylvania
And you don't know which bathroom to enter
You can choose
To be preyed on
Or you can hope that they will not make you the predator
What if you embarrass them?
They will make your body the problem
Aren't we tired?
It will bleed me til I'm dry
Make a leather coach bag out of my hide
And I dream when it cuts me open
You'll finally see there's somebody inside
But for now I'm livestock
And there's a man
He hangs out by the market
He is confident in how he sports his crooked teeth
He asks politely
Some impolite questions
Like why aren't you smiling, and what do you have in your jeans?
And he's staring at your chest
Getting off at the fears inside of your head
Aren't we scared?
It will bleed me til I'm dry
Make a leather coach bag out of my hide
And I dream when it cuts me open
You'll finally see there's somebody inside
But for now I'm livestock
And there's a room
And it's in every city
It is filled to the brim with recyclable cotton
It is feeding
On people like you
Poor or queer or black or just tired of your cages
And they hang you til you're blue
Cause your card didn't go through
It's a message to us all
We're a short power trip away from the slaughterhouse
Aren't we drained?
It will bleed me til I'm dry
Make a leather coach bag out of my hide
And dreaming of pity's been worthless
I'm gonna spit in its face til I die
But for now I'm livestock
In America's eyes