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
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
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