This song is about a prostitute. I wrote it to be a microcosm (or simply an allegory), ultimately it is a critique of capitalism in general and the effect it has on the people working the worst of jobs.
[Verse 1:]
You're goin' the distance, you're takin' what is this?
You're doin' the business 'cause your company isn't
Apartment complex, surrounded by sex
And ghetto districts, a poor man's essence
Lookin' all around, lookin' all around it seems
Nothing's gonna change long as you're stuck on the team
Can't get to sleep at night, can't get to sleep
It's only as much as a woman can dream
[Chorus 1:]
Writing out papers on wet napkins and letters
What you gonna do? Who is gonna help? What is gonna change? Sets in
On your grimace, false premise that you started out working on
A promise to help and to live and to give what you need
[Post-Chorus:]
You don't need
You don't need
You don't need
[Verse 2:]
It's unfortunate to be on paycheck to paycheck
You can't afford to live or pay the fuckin' rent
But it's okay, you will manage where you are
The food stamps help, you don't need no car
At nighttime, the walls too thin
They're fuckin' on the other side, the moans come in
Tuck your sheets up as far as you can
Like a little kid afraid of monsters in the bed
There are no monsters in the bed, there are no monsters in your head
[Chorus 2:]
You find yourself wishing that it were you
On the other side screaming in pleasure
With dollars attached to your name and the game up on top
Winning big, it's a sport, it's not much, it's a lot
[Post-Chorus:]
It's a lot
It's a lot
A hell of a lot
[Hook:]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!
[Bridge 1:]
You just play the game, ride it your own way
Taking no days off, no reason to stay
Home is not the best but your job sure ain't
Money speaks for itself but it causes you pain
They said the glass ceiling would hold you down
You couldn't care less but to climb from the ground
Up into the shelf halfway between the bottom and top
The invisible ceiling can stay up above
Break down the barriers, carry them in carriers
You feel talked down to, there's nothing scarier
Than making your way up and never coming down
You're used to this life, there's no coming around
[Segue:]
Ha, ha, ha, ha
Take a breather
Get fucked
[Verse 3:]
You're gettin' fucked from the front, you're gettin' fucked from the back
Do you not realize the dangerous position you're at?
You gotta get your ass out of this corner you're in
Someone might take advantage of it
Look up, look to the left, it's gone
Opportunity comes, but opportunity's worn
You tried out that outfit for years in a row
No one seemed to care, or even to know
What else can you do?
[Chorus 3:]
Lusting for others ain't the best way to spend your time
You can try out every little sample of everybody else's life
But if none of them get you off, then why even bother?
Wasting your time, you're just wasting your time, you're just
[Bridge 2:]
Wasting your time, wasting your time
Any other occupation sucks with sex on the mind
Gotta loosen up a bit, stop giving a shit
You can't afford to live but you can work to give
Don't be a selfish bitch, just wishin' for some kids
Who even needs the good life when you can have all this?
You gotta work! You can't relax!
Give in to the society that gives nothing back
[Chorus 4:]
You want simple pleasures but pleasures cost money
And money, when you work at this job, is nothing
Just accept what you're given, you're making a living
Depending on what definition you're getting
Bed creaks at night from the other rascals around you
In condos that nothing that you do will ever be soundproofed
Please just be grateful, enjoy what you've got
Even though in this case you ain't got squat
[Hook:]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!
Frontfucked was written by Dawn Falgout.
Frontfucked was produced by Dawn Falgout.
404 released Frontfucked on Fri Mar 31 2017.