Household Name

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[Verse 1 ,Jyager] Never gonna stop Looking straight forward Gotta give a lot Just to make more Trying to fill the pot I can't stay poor Sitting around waiting to blow like claymores In the middle of A man made war I break myself off To take a little pause Trying to figure what We really came for Given a cause we never thought we would care for Live by the rules Or be an outlaw However I choose It'll be a your downfall I don't wanna lose So I have to move Before I'm consumed By the night wolf Feeling out of tune What am I to do? Trying to stay cool In the wrong mood Chained to the wall Chain and ball Wrapped to my ankle I'm falling to the damn floor Upside down My downsides up In a ghost town Where I'm stuck Living underground Trying to climb out Chilling in my midnight lounge until my time's done [Chorus, Jehst] Will I be a foot solider or Ayatollah? Be the model in the ad for the diet cola Will I be a lowlife or a high roller? Will I be a household name when my time's over? Will I smoke crack, heroin or hydro? Will I buy the blackberry or the iphone? Will I cash a pay cheque or the giro? Will I be popular with everybody I know? [Verse 2, Jehst] I'm a mechanoid, I'm an android Will I read the broadsheet or the tabloid? Will I try an find a job or stay unemployed? Another day, another problem to avoid Going through the motions, the machine-man Will I eat the thin crust or the deep pan? Entertain the notion I'm a free man With the blood of injustice on each hand Will I support the red or the blue team? Will I vote for the red or the blue dream Or the yellow washed up in the slipstream? Will the sniff make me feel like I'm sixteen? Will I ever just turn off the TV And look down at the Earth that's beneath me? Or will I just act like that's beneath me? I'm a robot You don't wanna beef me Might as well join me Because you can't beat me Put it on a canvas, gallery graffiti It's too easy It's too hard Paying for the food, paying for the yard Pay for the car Counting every penny in the jar, like rah Life feels like peddling a penny-farthing You ain't getting very far Finish this cigarette and heading for the bar Like I buy the snickers or the mars? E&J liquor or the six-pack of stella artois? Sky-high like my credit card charge Thought about suicide Couldn't be arsed Never had the chance to advance Too slow to approach the pretty girl and ask for a dance I was just too busy dealing with my task Dwelling on the future Living in the past [Chorus, Jehst] Will I be a foot solider or Ayatollah? Be the model in the ad for the diet cola Will I be a lowlife or a high roller? Will I be a household name when my time's over? Will I smoke crack, heroin or hydro? Will I buy the blackberry or the iphone? Will I cash a pay cheque or the giro? Will I be popular with everybody I know? [Outro, sung by [?]] Your sin, your vice[?] Buy low, sell high Just name your price It makes me feel good I feel alive Your sin, your vice[?] Buy low, sell high Just name your price It makes me feel good I feel alive "I'm very concerned about you, Billy. The risks you take. You're aware, aren't you, that what you're doing is illegal? —Well, what about they were doing? Billy... people are what they are. Now you have to learn to accept that, and you have to learn to accept society's rules. If you don't follow the rules, Billy, bad things happen. Now some people make the rules, and some people follow the rules. It's a question of what you're born to. I really hate giving you drugs, Billy."