System, system, system. He’s grown to be a man. System, system, system. Taugh to fit the plan. System, system, system. Forty years of jobs. System, system, system. Pushing little buttons, pulling little knobs. Poor fucking worker, poor little serf, Working like a mule for half of what he’s worth. Poor fucking grafter, poor little gent, Working for the cash that he’s already spent. Working for the cash that he’s already spent.



















