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Words are flying at me at the speed of sound,
But the machines are too loud for me to hear,
He's trying hard to demonstrate something,
What it is isn't totally clear,
Six months and it's six A.M.,
I've got a lot of things to ask myself,
Is it really worth the minimum wage,
To risk my sanity and health?
It's history,
It's inevitability,
Cultivating my despair,
I'm not going anywhere
Working at the cannery stacking tin cans,
Why is anybody here?
What are the choices?
Who makes the questions?
Can you define a career?
The working class aren't asking any questions,
Who would have the answers to supply,
The myth of freedom is the crux of the problem,
It defines the existential lie
It's history,
It's inevitability,
Cultivating my despair,
I'm not going anywhere
It's history,
It's inevitability,
Cultivating my despair,
I'm not going anywhere
- Album:
- Miscellaneous
- Quetzalcoatl
- She Has No Control
- Open Road: The Allied Years (1992–1997)
- Nostalgic for Nothing
- J Church / Storm the Tower - Split EP
- How to Be Punk, Volume 1
- Return of the Read Menace
- The Precession of Simulacra - The Map Preceeds the Territory
- Five Years on the Streets
- Yellow, Blue and Green
- Camels, Spilled Corona and the Sound of Mariachi Bands
- One Mississippi
- The Drama of Alienation
- Mailorder is FUN!
- Arbor Vitae
- The Year of the Rat
- Prophylaxis
- Analysis, Yes, Very Nice
- Society Is a Carnivorous Flower