Single file lines born by design 

With a brass ring so deceiving 

Chipped away to a status cult 

Where indifference breeds control 

And then with time comes "toe the line" 

Cherish this pride made numb from feeling 

The we have denial 

"It's all in my head" 



Will we do anything for bread? 



If anything we've ever said 

Means nothing now than it never did 

Believe me 

This isn't what we want 

This isn't what we need 

This is what we can afford 



Where once there was a pat on the back 

Is now just a crack of the whip 

Where once there was a celebrated coming of age 

Is just a uniform that doesn't fit 

Witness this most common breed 

Whittled down to property 

And keep on singin' 

"It's all in my head" 



Will we do anything for bread? 



If anything we've ever said 

Means nothing now than it never did 

Believe me 

This isn't what we want 

This isn't what we need 

This is what we can afford 



Where once there was a pat on the back 

Is now just a crack of the whip 

Where once there was a celebrated coming of age 

Is just a uniform that doesn't fit 

Witness this most common breed 

Whittled down to property 

And keep on singin' 

"It's all in my head" 



Celebrate this sorry state 

With anecdotes of what you hate 

And try to take comfort in the fact 

That you're not alone 



This isn't you 

It's just what you do 

Don't mistake the irony of calling it a "living" 

If you feel like no one 

If you feel like nothing 

You've only been taking what they're giving