Dillinger Four A Floater Left With Pleasure In The Executive Washroom Lyrics

A Floater Left With Pleasure In The Executive Washroom Lyrics

Single file lines born by design 



With a brass ring so deceiving 



Chipped away to a status cult 



Where indifference breeds control 



And then with time comes "toe the line" 



Cherish this pride made numb from feeling 



The we have denial 



"It's all in my head" 







Will we do anything for bread? 







If anything we've ever said 



Means nothing now than it never did 



Believe me 



This isn't what we want 



This isn't what we need 



This is what we can afford 







Where once there was a pat on the back 



Is now just a crack of the whip 



Where once there was a celebrated coming of age 



Is just a uniform that doesn't fit 



Witness this most common breed 



Whittled down to property 



And keep on singin' 



"It's all in my head" 







Will we do anything for bread? 







If anything we've ever said 



Means nothing now than it never did 



Believe me 



This isn't what we want 



This isn't what we need 



This is what we can afford 







Where once there was a pat on the back 



Is now just a crack of the whip 



Where once there was a celebrated coming of age 



Is just a uniform that doesn't fit 



Witness this most common breed 



Whittled down to property 



And keep on singin' 



"It's all in my head" 







Celebrate this sorry state 



With anecdotes of what you hate 



And try to take comfort in the fact 



That you're not alone 







This isn't you 



It's just what you do 



Don't mistake the irony of calling it a "living" 



If you feel like no one 



If you feel like nothing 



You've only been taking what they're giving