End Of The Game - Flipper

Conspiracy is the game

That the us likes to play

Working, work a thousand ways

And still youґre only a slave

Working for your meals

And youґre working for your days

And still you work to go to

Bed with anyone you feel

And youґre walking down the street

And youґre playing part of the game

'cause all the time theyґre watching

You know how you feel

And you think you wanna kill something

To deal with how you feel

But every time you try they slash you with their head

And youґre standing in a line

And youґre waiting for government goods

And youґre thinking that youґre part of them

Try and get a job

But what can you do?

Secretaries, lawyers…

I got a life

Fuck ґem

I got a right

Fuck ґem

Donґt need a date

Fuck ґem

Donґt need my car

Fuck ґem

The neon signs

Fuck ґem

We got the power