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Go to Work

First they show you the things that you learn to adore
then they box you off to school which is all such a bore
you ask while you wonder what you're waiting there for
but they don't tell the truth until you walk out the door

its time to shape up now and do what you ought
and it don't mean a damn if you're ready or not
somebody has to pay for all the things that you've got
so get down and do work like a good little robot

you can't wait to get here all the time that you're young
'cause to be a grown-up means to have grown-up fun
but the need to succeed has put you on the run
and you don't have a clue but you gotta do something...

go out the door with the right attitude
get in there and sell them on the merits of you
an energetic self-starter and a team player too
and convince yourself you don't have something better to do

yeah, am I destined from my birth
to come here every morning and to justify my worth
yeah, I don't mean to be a jerk,
its just I'm nauseated every time I go to work

yeah, I wish this were more fun,
but it creeps in all around me and I know I should
run and play and do all the things I wanted...
yeah, that makes me a child its true
but the feeling of my free heart is a good thing to cling to.

so how can I run when there's dreams to fulfill
lying in the basement and they're waiting there still
it should come as no surprise that you can't get a thrill
from just being a happy citizen and paying your bills

and the 'good' wonder what the hell we're whining about
as we wade and we wander through all this self-doubt
'cause today's perfect child grimly suffers it out
with a logo on his chest and an 'X' for a mouth...

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