Lyrics

Excuse me sir we have a little problem We need to talk to you You're barely hanging on Our data shows that you'll take my fall, so will you take it? Just take it Don't you know this ain't a different room It's just a bigger cage It's just a shorter leash We like to start you on the first rung Cause it's the lowest one And it's a long one Dancing to the death march, steppin' to the groove of shame Swimming laps in the puddles at the bottom of the food chain Count your blessings with you pennies It's not many but I should be enough The first year is a blissful routine As long as it's cool and quick And the incision is clean Dancing to the death march, steppin' to the groove of shame Oh man, I'd rather see you fucking someone else anyway Hop scotch junkies just rusting in the rain Swimming lap in the bottom of the food chain