The Bottom Line

Lyrics

[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