I'm working hard to keep up life Paranoia hits me I'm dying while I try Uninspired, tired and detached from my balls Resumé should say a zombie in overalls I'm chasing oil in the ground I'm faking freedom - thats the real crime Feeling like I'm all alone Always on the telephone Libido the first to go Acting from a protocol Pushed by the alcohol Freedom is the next to go ...down my drainage system The constitution tells us we're all free to steal In the weekend you'll go killin' baby seals The pressure of societys crisis Is weighing on my back We all should lift harder But I can not keep track I'm chasing oil in the ground I'm faking freedom - thats the real crime I'll make yours mine a friend indeed your last in line Your oil is led, I'll make it flow my way instead X2 Down my drainage system!