Lyrics Smash the Control Machine - Otep

With the perfect hair
And the perfect wife
And the perfect kids
And the perfect life
I... will finaly... be somebody

Let′s play born-again American, resistance is the game!

Two pigs wearing suits
Brought the news
That I'm wanted by the bank

They say the rent is due
Ceaser′s on to you
So you better remember your place

Then they outsourced my job
And gave a raise to my boss
Bailed out the banks
But billed me for the loss

They say we must submit
And be one with the machines
'Cause the kingdom of fear
Needs compliance to succeed

So waterboard the kids for fun, it's all the rage
And play born-again American, reistance is the game!

SMASH THE CONTROL MACHINE!
Work. Buy. Consume. Die.
SMASH THE CONTROL MACHINE!
Happy little slaves for minimum wage

The revolution will be monetized and streamed live via renegade wifi

The clinic said I′m sick
Toxic and impure
But there isn′t any cure
For the poor or uninsured

So we live our digital lives
On multiple screens
And we forget that
The blood of the workers grease the machines

In the psalm of the fiends
Love... descriminates
While the fat cats
Feed the rats their dose of daily cake

So waterboard the kids for fun, it's all the rage
And play born-again American, resistance is the game!

SMASH THE CONTROL MACHINE!
Work. Buy. Consume. Die.
SMASH THE CONTROL MACHINE!
Happy little slaves for minimum wage
SMASH THE CONTROL MACHINE!
Work. Buy. Consume. Die.
SMASH THE CONTROL MACHINE!
Haters, betrayers, liars and thieves

She sold her soul for designer clothes
For the perfect lips, and the perfect nose
The winner in the end always owns the most
Reality TV told her so!

Money changer, greedy banker
This is the peoples house!

My minister has a sinister plan
To save my soul with a credit card scam

Exploitation is contagious
For the selfish and self-inflated

Start a war, use the poor
Watch our profits soar and soar!

We′ve become a nation of wolves, ruled by sheep
Owned by swine, overfed and put to sleep

And while the media elite decrees what to think
I am wide awake, on the edge and on the brink

So when Atlas shrugs, and the fountainhead bleeds
And when wallstreet apostles preach a gospel of greed
I'll renounce the fame of this glutionous age
And be a born-again American, resistance is to blame!

SMASH THE CONTROL MACHINE!
Work. Buy. Consume. Die.
SMASH THE CONTROL MACHINE!
Haters, betrayers, liars and thieves
SMASH THE CONTROL MACHINE!
A nation of wolves, ruled by sheep!

Exploitation is contagious
Exploitation is contagious
Exploitation is contagious
Exploitation...