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The hearse marches into work, in black and white uniform
Dressed for that funeral, not a fly viewing his burial
Yeah see those reclaiming, through revolving doors
They prey on corporate locals, and remove their souls
Whoa-oh you do what youre told.
Whoa-oh, whoa-oh you do what youre told, do what youre told
In the tallest buildings on the block, on one way streets the tickers tock
Another suit is lost, one more head on the chopping block
Whoa-oh you do what youre told.
Whoa-oh, whoa-oh you do what youre told, do what youre told
Yeah
There must be more to this life? We must be worth more than our work
Who you want your job will define, another victim of a daily crime
Another victim of a daily crime
Whoa-oh, you do what youre told.
Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, you do what youre told, let's go
Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, you do what youre told
Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, you do what youre told
Whoa-oh, whoa-oh you do what youre told
Do what youre told