In the Service Industry
Ever since I was a kid
I been conditioned
For employment
Single file
Discipline and punish
All enjoyment
Now I' m an apathetic
Laborer my agency
Is voided
Fuck a dream
Fuck ambition
Live to be exploited
Work!
Work it!
Work until you fail
Cus if you buck authority
You wake up in a cell!
We built a machine
Need an input to produce
We'll fill up all the factories
With disillusioned youth
You lied to me!
Said I could be anything
Now my faith is fuckin faded
I don't have the energy
Time! Time!
Wasted on the enemy
In the service industry
Dig an early grave for me
Discipline and punish me
I'm a walking crime
I'm holding this shit for a friend
I swear it isn't mine!
I would mind my business
But deficits are high
Smashing all my capital
My bank account is dry
Villify intentions
With a single word
Synthesize the dialectic
Till the truth is heard
Battlefield of knowledge
Ideate the war
They said to go to college
I'm too fucking poor
So I work!
Work it!
Work until I'm saved!
Cus if I buck authority
I'll wake up in a grave
We built a machine
Need an input to produce
We filled up all the service jobs
With disillusioned youth
You lied to me!
Said I could be anything
Now my faith is fucking faded
I don't have the energy
Time! Time!
Wasted on the enemy
In the service industry
Dig an early grave for me
Dig an early grave
Time! Time!
Wasted on the enemy
In the service industry
Dig an early grave for me
I been conditioned
For employment
Single file
Discipline and punish
All enjoyment
Now I' m an apathetic
Laborer my agency
Is voided
Fuck a dream
Fuck ambition
Live to be exploited
Work!
Work it!
Work until you fail
Cus if you buck authority
You wake up in a cell!
We built a machine
Need an input to produce
We'll fill up all the factories
With disillusioned youth
You lied to me!
Said I could be anything
Now my faith is fuckin faded
I don't have the energy
Time! Time!
Wasted on the enemy
In the service industry
Dig an early grave for me
Discipline and punish me
I'm a walking crime
I'm holding this shit for a friend
I swear it isn't mine!
I would mind my business
But deficits are high
Smashing all my capital
My bank account is dry
Villify intentions
With a single word
Synthesize the dialectic
Till the truth is heard
Battlefield of knowledge
Ideate the war
They said to go to college
I'm too fucking poor
So I work!
Work it!
Work until I'm saved!
Cus if I buck authority
I'll wake up in a grave
We built a machine
Need an input to produce
We filled up all the service jobs
With disillusioned youth
You lied to me!
Said I could be anything
Now my faith is fucking faded
I don't have the energy
Time! Time!
Wasted on the enemy
In the service industry
Dig an early grave for me
Dig an early grave
Time! Time!
Wasted on the enemy
In the service industry
Dig an early grave for me
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Writer(s): Josie Loner
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