paroles de chanson The Middle Children - Ophidian
You're
not
your
job
You're
not
how
much
money
you
have
in
the
bank
You're
not
the
car
you
drive
You're
not
the
contents
of
your
wallet
You're
not
your
fucking
khakis
You're
the
all
singing,
all
dancing
crap
of
the
world
Do
not
fuck
with
us
You're
not
your
job
You're
not
how
much
money
you
have
in
the
bank
You're
not
the
car
you
drive
You're
not
the
contents
of
your
wallet
You're
not
your
fucking
khakis
You're
the
all
singing,
all
dancing
crap
of
the
world
Do
not
fuck
with
us
Advertising
has
us
chasing
cars
and
clothes
Working
jobs
we
hate
so
we
can
buy
shit
we
don't
need
We're
the
middle
children
of
history
man
No
purpose
or
place
We
have
no
great
war
No
great
depression
Our
great
war
is
a
spiritual
war
Our
great
depression
is
our
lives
We've
all
been
raised
on
television
to
believe
that
one
day
we'd
all
be
millionaires
and
movie
gods
and
rock
stars
But
we
won't
We're
slowly
learning
that
fact
And
we're
very,
very
pissed
off
Do
not
fuck
with
us
You're
not
your
job
You're
not
how
much
money
you
have
in
the
bank
You're
not
the
car
you
drive
You're
not
the
contents
of
your
wallet
You're
not
your
fucking
khakis
You're
the
all
singing,
all
dancing
crap
of
the
world
Do
not
fuck
with
us
We've
all
been
raised
on
television
to
believe
that
one
day
we'd
all
be
millionaires
and
movie
gods
and
rock
stars
But
we
won't
We're
slowly
learning
that
fact
And
we're
very,
very
pissed
off
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