The Bottom Line

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

Your eyes are open

But you're sleeping all the time

Dues-paying charter member

Slave to the bottom line

Got six televisions and a VCR

And a low percentage on the credit card

The Sega

Quadra and the Hi8

You entertain yourself into this state

The mild distractions

Keep you just so occupied

Dues-paying charter member

Slave to the bottom line

So snuff your candles all out

Just one at a time

Or do something dangerous and

Intensify your life

Now 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!”