Number 6
Pumping for the man
So Bush's oil friends get richer
Analyzing, recording, reporting
Results that don't matter
Because the pstient's dead
Doctors who don't care
And Nurses that won't bother
Because all they care about is the dollar.
Consumed with the god of Avarice.
I'm stuck in this cell
Why does life seem like purgatory
Confined by every day things
Cliched concepts that make
Me a prisoner, no release
Home isn't that much better
Four walls, a roof and floor
I was born free, yet trapped
In the very domicile that is home
Time ticks and it tocks
Hatching off minutes and hours
Off a life that's wasted
With nothing at beck or call
Easier to bitch and do
Nothing at all.
Chorus
And when love comes around
What is that? A pain in the ass
Trying to please, working things out.
For something that's needed ...
All I do is shout.
Most of the time, keeping silent
On how I really feel
Figuring she won't understand
Cause no one else ever does.
Ever.
Never.
Chorus
So Bush's oil friends get richer
Analyzing, recording, reporting
Results that don't matter
Because the pstient's dead
Doctors who don't care
And Nurses that won't bother
Because all they care about is the dollar.
Consumed with the god of Avarice.
I'm stuck in this cell
Why does life seem like purgatory
Confined by every day things
Cliched concepts that make
Me a prisoner, no release
Home isn't that much better
Four walls, a roof and floor
I was born free, yet trapped
In the very domicile that is home
Time ticks and it tocks
Hatching off minutes and hours
Off a life that's wasted
With nothing at beck or call
Easier to bitch and do
Nothing at all.
Chorus
And when love comes around
What is that? A pain in the ass
Trying to please, working things out.
For something that's needed ...
All I do is shout.
Most of the time, keeping silent
On how I really feel
Figuring she won't understand
Cause no one else ever does.
Ever.
Never.
Chorus