(Intro - Heavy, distorted guitar riff, intentionally sloppy. Drums kick in with a chaotic, driving beat. Feedback screams.) Right! Here we go again! (Verse 1) Line up, sit down, don't you dare speak! A assembly line for the plastic and weak! They stuff your head with their history books, Run by corporate thieves and political crooks! Pay your tuition, sign on the line, Congratulations, son, your future is mine! (Chorus) No future! No thought! Just do what you're taught! A hundred grand down for a mind that's been bought! Degrees of compliance! A premium slave! Just march in the line from the desk to the grave! Ha! Ha! Ha! God save the system! (Verse 2) They don't want you thinking, it’s bad for the scheme, Just choke on the debt of the American Dream! Regurgitate facts, don't ask any whys, Stare at the blackboard and swallow the lies! Professor’s a puppet, the dean’s got a whip, You're paying a fortune for a sinking ship! (Spoken with a sneer: *Look at you go!*) (Chorus) No future! No thought! Just do what you're taught! A hundred grand down for a mind that's been bought! Degrees of compliance! A premium slave! Just march in the line from the desk to the grave! Chew it up! Spit it out!' (Bridge) (Tempo slows down, bass heavy, hi-hat ticking like a bomb. Delivery becomes a venomous, theatrical whisper) Critical thinking? Oh, don't make me laugh! They’re slicing your brain right in half! You think you’re so clever with letters by your name? You’re just another cog in their submissive game. Debt on your shoulders, a chain on your neck... (Shouted) AND YOU'RE THANKING THE BASTARDS AS YOU SIGN THE CHECK! (Scream) BEEEEEE-HAVE! (Guitar Solo - Shrill, screeching, full of bends and feedback, pure chaos) (Verse 3) (Fast tempo returns) Twenty years later, you're still paying the bill, For a rubber-stamp brain and a lack of free will! An educated zombie, a perfect machine, The prettiest robot the world's ever seen! Are you happy now? Are you fitting right in? With your empty pockets and your hollow grin? (Outro) Compliance! Compliance! Compliance! That’s all you bought! Nothing but debt! (Vamping, rolling the 'R's, sounding increasingly unhinged) Rrrr-rre-gurgitate! Rrr-rre-gurgitate! Spend your money! Do your chores! Good little boys and good little bores! No critical thinking! No thinking at all! Watch the whole bloody empire fall! (Gasping for air) Thank you very much... (Guitar feedback rings out, ends abruptly with a sharp drum hit)
