dull_generation's Journal (original) (raw)

Drive, drive, drive, drive those meat cutlets to Utah, a life lead dying slowly ain'twrong. Denver is three million strong.

Work, work, work, work, work those little bolts into the machine, our epitaphs will never be seen, our function is pointless but it keeps weeping pockets green. Chicago is four million strong.

Slam, slam, slam, slam, slam, that door into her head, saturate that carpet violet red, 3.1 kids are hungry and unfed. Boston is 1.2 million strong.

Ain't, ain't, ain't, ain't, a'int, no point in living when dying is just a mere dayaway from layaway. New York is seven million strong.

Die, die, die, die, die, die, a little faster spending all day in bed, glaxo welcome needs your heads. The Yang Se coast is seven million strong.

One, one, one, one, one, one, out of five doesn't have a paved road or a meal to eat or drive upon. Nippon is 1.2 million strong.

Act, act, act, act, act, act, now, it is a limited offer, get it right right rightright right right this time! Your soul is approximately 19.99, feel free to callus anytime! Nagono is 3 million strong.

Cry, cry, cry, cry, cry, cry, those tears that ain't free to weep, weown you by sleep, and your dreams are priced to own, we are waitingby the phones. Poem Peh is 1.2 million strong.

Fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, and you shall be shot down, by ammunition ofinfantile institutions that will destroy your ambition, the tuition of private schools are plutocrat priced, workers in the fields go tend to your rice. Bangcock is 4 million strong.

Burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, it all down. You don't need to drink what's been turned brown, wage the water wars of the next century today, make 'em pay for put'inour lives on hold for the consumption foray, do you really want what they're sell'in anyway. Bejjieng is ten million strong.

Right, right, right right, right right, those wrongs, ain't nothing going to happenwith quixotic attempts to muscle the truly strong. Qualampur is 4.5 million proud.

Wave, wave, wave, wave, wave, wave your peace flags, because I'm haul'in those meat cutlets to Utah on a forty hour shift, I'm driv'in the big rig into your protest rally, hop'into take out a few before you run into the alleys.