Cut em loose
Public servant, public slave
Its one single slide from the cradle to the grave
Cant remember why youre still in the race
To be a public servant, public slave
You got to know who satan is
You know you made him come alive
You let the yahoos write the script
When you sold your soul to survive
I only want to hear my voice
Come on, hit me where I live
Lets imagine we had a choice
Lets pretend were persuasive
I guess it keeps you off the street
I guess you couldnt find honest work
And youre content to follow the fleet
Hanging round with world-class jerks
I guess you cant have too little class
Sometimes it pays to have no soul
Just keep your mindset in the past
And your head up your asshole
Its not as if we couldnt cope
Its not as if the pope eloped
Its just as if youre out of hope
And if you cant stand twice as tall
If youre too afraid to fall
If you havent got the balls
Cut em loose