An old man from London dilutes you it suits you
You're told don't be bold
In a box you can grow then grow old
Shut the lid then go cold
A rusted Adonis will make you his promise
To go all the way
With a fortune of taxable pay
So boys what what do you say?
Spoon-fed a bone just one hit we need
When it's taken away, what obscure lives we'll lead
And we've nothing to say, we forgot to pay heed
That the contract states clear
Do not fear the dotted line...just sign
Contract obligation will make you impatient
On a conveyor belt
In a waiting room clones hang about
For avoidance of doubt
They'll prim you, they'll trim you for a fabulous debut
Then you're pushed out the door
To the meager applause we detest
Cos' you're just like the rest
Spoon-fed a bone just one hit we need
When it's taken away, we can grovel and plead
And they'll get their way, when we're down on our knees
Because the contract states clear
Do not fear the dotted line...just sign
I know I'm not insured to return this favour to you
But now we are indebted how could I ever refuse
My knees are bleeding raw, my throat sore
Did I do it wrong?
Open wide and don't let your pride project
Till you've swallowed it whole, son;
There was once a time when you'd fit in my pocket
When I pulled back my purse string you'd spit out the coin
Now my sack is bulging with gross network profit
It's time I recoup rotten fruit of my loins
With everyone abusing till moldy then bruising
The formula is already there to be sold
With influences waning or ripe at my choosing
The youth is no good to me when it gets old
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