I, oppose, the fact, that you, accept, whatever, comes your way Without, a blink, you'll dress, the part, without, a doubt You'll dip your head to the block And wait your turn in line, to be drained by the throat It all makes perfect sense, if they tell you so You will sign the dotted line, and sign away your soul You will give away your heart and mind, relinquish, control You need to belong! To feel your worth in gold But you'll get your just reward No matter, no matter, the price!