Songtext
There's a shiny golden ring at the top of the ladder
But it ain't for the likes of you and I
So keep chasing rabbits on the same track
While the ones that place the bets laugh behind our backs
The work is the reward, just keep pushing the boulder
Do your time, toe the line, be a good little soldier
Nose to the grind and show some respect
Don't bite the hand that writes the paychecks
Who profits when we just do what we're told?
The ones who write the guidelines of control
Keep your talk off the clock, no one needs your opinions
Squeaky wheels get the axe
You're just one of a million
Resign ourselves to lives of regret
While souls are bought and sold like bloody secrets
Who profits from the lies that we've been told?
The ones who write the guidelines of control