Smash The Control Machine - Otep

«With the perfect hair

And the perfect wife

And the perfect kids

And the perfect life

I will finally be somebody»

«Let's play born-again American, resistance is the game»

Two pigs wearing suits brought the news that I’m wanted by the bank

They say the rent is due, Caesar’s on to you so you better remember your place

Then they outsourced my job and gave a raise to my boss

Bailed out the banks, but billed me for the loss

They say we must submit and be one with the machines

'Cause the kingdom of fear needs compliance to succeed

So waterboard the kids for fun, it’s all the rage

And play born-again American, resistance is the game

Smash the control machine

Work, buy, consume, die

Smash the control machine

Happy little slaves for minimum wage

«The revolution will be monetized and streamed live via renegade wi-fi»

The clinic said I’m sick, toxic and impure

But there isn’t any cure for the poor or uninsured

So we live our digital lives on multiple screens

And we forget that the blood of the workers grease the machines

In the psalm of the fiends, love discriminates

While the fat cats feed the rats their dose of daily cake

So waterboard the kids for fun, it’s all the rage

And play born-again American, resistance is the game

Smash the control machine

Work, buy, consume, die

Smash the control machine

Happy little slaves for minimum wage

Smash the control machine

Work, buy, consume, die

Smash the control machine

Haters, betrayers, liars and thieves

She sold her soul for designer clothes

For the perfect lips and the perfect nose

The winner in the end always owns the most

Reality TV told her so

Money changer, greedy banker, this is the people’s house

My minister has a sinister plan to save my soul with a credit card scam

Exploitation is contagious for the selfish and self-inflated

Start a war, use the poor, watch our profits soar and soar

We’ve become a nation of wolves, ruled by sheep

Owned by swine, overfed and put to sleep

And while the media elite decrees what to think

I am wide awake, on the edge and on the brink

So when Atlas shrugs, and the fountainhead bleeds

And when Wall Street apostles preach a gospel of greed

I’ll renounce the fame of this glutinous age

And be a born-again American, resistance is to blame

Smash the control machine

Work, buy, consume, die

Smash the control machine

Haters, betrayers, liars and thieves

Smash the control machine

A nation of wolves, ruled by sheep

Exploitation is contagious

Exploitation is contagious

Exploitation is contagious

Exploitation