Don’t tell me I have to do anything I think for the moment I’d rather do nothing Don’t preach to me about dignity of labour Its got so inactivity is something to savour
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Don’t tell me what you think is right or wrong I make my own rules I sing my own song I may be useless worthless or nothing At least I wont become a corporate plaything
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Choose to play your game with rules for my own kind The only rule there should be, the law of my own mind Glowering malignant a cancerous cist, Ram our hatred down your throat sealed with a fist