Luyện nghe bài hát A Floater Left With Pleasure In The Executive Washroom

Single file born by design
With a brass so deceiving
Chipped to a status cult
Where breeds control
And then with comes "toe the line"
this pride made numb from feeling
The we have
"It's all in my head"

Will we do for bread?

If anything we've said
Means nothing now than it did
me
This isn't we want
This what we need
This is we can afford

Where once there was a pat on the
Is now a crack of the whip
Where once there was a coming of age
Is a uniform that doesn't fit
Witness most common breed
down to property
And on singin'
"It's all in my head"

Will we do for bread?

If anything ever said
Means nothing now it never did
me
This what we want
isn't what we need
This is what we can

Where once there was a pat on the
Is now just a crack of the
once there was a celebrated coming of age
Is a uniform that doesn't fit
Witness this most common
Whittled down to
And keep on
"It's all in my head"

Celebrate this sorry
anecdotes of what you hate
And try to take in the fact
That you're not

isn't you
It's what you do
Don't mistake the irony of it a "living"
If you feel no one
If you feel like
You've been taking what they're giving