I've got security and they know what's best for me.
I've got property, I buy and sell pieces of me.
I've got a closet full of shit and some locks on my door.
I've got bars on the windows and alarms on my car so...
I've got no opinions, except what I've been told.
Objectivity doesn't exist.
Because the newspapers gotta pay the bills too man.
There's just no sense in rocking the boat.
You've got to learn to love all the garbage they feed you.
But who cares what your fed when it's forced down your throat.
I've got security, locked in a prison I can't even see.
I've got property, I buy and sell pieces of me.
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