| Lyrics: Money is paper, But for you it is freedom. American dream is a trend, And you believe in it. You work as a robot For this paper dream. You are a manager and sit in-between: Close to bosses, higher than people. This is your age, Your computer era. Its not the man, whos important, But his career. You are lucky, you are not like others. You are among your office brothers. You are lucky, you are not like others. You are among your office brothers. Oh, yeh, baby. Your fate is not too bad, Its rather fair, You are not, but close to a millionaire. Step by step, and the screen will get you blind, yep! You are already impotent, so what? But the boss thanks you, idiot. I agree that everyone needs bucks. But a job like this is total sucks. |
