I don't know
Because she says so
He's a faggot boy
The TV says so
He's a junkie piece of shit because he says so
All that first-class jet set brings me down, down, down
All that first-class drug shit brings me down, down, down
It's a big machine, it's a big machine
We're all slaves to a big machine
It's a big machine, it's a big machine
We're all slaves to a big machine
All tied up to a big machine
I got houses
Got cars
I got a wife
I got kids
Got money in the bank
Get away without borders
I'm a slave, New World Order
I guess I chose to be
I guess I chose to be
I guess I chose to be
I guess I chose to be
Hope I teach my son how to be a man
Now before he hits 35
Comic book lives don't really have any real life do they now
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