The Bottom Line

[Verse 1]
Sunrise, sunset
Days turn into weeks and years
And as the grind bears down you get into this shape
Bored and numb and full of self-hate

[Chorus]
Your eyes are open but you're sleeping all the time
Dues-paying charter member, slave to the bottom line

[Verse 2]
Got six televisions and a VCR
And a low percentage on the credit card
The Sega, Quadra and the Hi-8
You entertain yourself into this state

[Chorus]
The mild distractions keep you just so occupied
Dues-paying charter member, slave to the bottom line

[Verse 3]
So snuff your candles all out, just one at a time
Or do something dangerous and intensify your life
Shake yourself awake, forget the white noise pumping hate
Make it so the glazed-eye drones are gonna mock you every day
You'll make a perfect machine part if you just fit in with the plan
Pulse pounding, pressure mounting, get up and yell:
Shut that off