from the day you are born
they hand down the rules
you want to pick flowers
they make you go to school
you want to run naked
but they make you wear clothes
you want to make love
and they punch you in the nose
your dog spot was your friend
now he sits home alone
they fill your head with numbers
until your brain turns to stone
from the jail of school
to the prison of work
the media follows
with its menacing murk
you want to wade in the water
and watch the waves roll
but they deep fry your dreams
and slowly slice your soul
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