Control

I don't feel well; I called in sick today I wash my hands; I wash it all away There is no future I can plainly see So sit me down in front of the TV The power that keeps us scared The company takes its share The vultures are so bold Control The past is a dream forgotten in the wake Of achievement and in everything we take Reaping an imperial legacy We wash our hands; we wash it all away The power that keeps us bent The company takes the rent The culture has been sold Control We're sick and tired Laid off and fired We're sick and tired again We're sick and tired Deceased, expired We're sick and tired again The power that keeps us scared The company takes its share The vultures are so bold The power that keeps us bent The landlord keeps taking the rent The culture has been sold Control