Lyrics:
conditioned to rule and control
The media sells it and you live the role
Mental wounds still screaming
Driving me insane
I'm going off the rails
While he's watching the waitresses' legs
He's too fat from the Bay of Fundy
From Appaloosas and Eagles and tides
And the air conditioned cubicles
conditioned cubicles
And the carbon ribbon rides
Are spelling it out so clear
Either he's going to have to stand and fight
Or take off out of here
I tried
fragile and you're very green, conditioned by a milk machine
Got no imagination. Got no imagination. No
Take a walk, kid
Eyes that tell me "Baby, you
fear, I living in fear
I can't tell you no lies
I living in fear, I living in fear
Conditioned to hate and them to blame
Their search for God is
line
Screaming in a ritual of sound and time
Floating, drifting on the air-conditioned wind
And drooling for a taste of something smuggled in
Pretty
harlot,
And on Wednesdays it's
Your charlatan analyst,
He's high upon your list.
You got air conditioned
Sinuses and dark, disturbing doubts
About religion.
down mind messin'
Working at the car wash blues
Well, I should be sittin' in an air conditioned office
In a swivel chair
Talkin' some trash
I'm conditioned to feel like it makes me less of a man
And I wonder if someday you'll be by my side
And tell me that the world will end up alright
I
my hands
I'm conditioned to feel like it makes me less of a man
And I wonder if someday you'll be by my side
And tell me that the world will end up
conditioned to feel like it makes me less of a man
And I wonder if someday you'll be by my side
And tell me that the world will end up alright
I wonder
I
into my hands
I'm conditioned to feel like it makes me less of a man
And I wonder if someday you'll be by my side
Tell me that the world will end up
conditioned cubicles
And the carbon ribbon rides
Are spelling it out so clear
Either he's going to have to stand and fight
Or take off out of here
I tried
only betrayed
I am only conditioned to die
You are wrong, fucked, and overrated
I think I'm gonna be sick and it's your fault
This is the end
is a machine
Love is a machine without a driver
The facts of life
The facts of life
A masterpiece
Biology
Smokey water
Air conditioned
Boys 'n'
Oh, and now, you've had your fun
Under an air-conditioned sun
It's burned into your eyes
Leaves you plain and left behind
I'll see them rise
with disloyalty nigga
Now that explains why in each ward you avoiding me nigga
Knowing now it takes nothing to be destroying a nigga
Conditioned with
precision
Mind and body conditioned to obey
They call us sons and daughters
Only sheep led to the slaughter
So many times, so many lies
I am
disappeared
Music turned into thin air
The DJ was the last to leave
She had well conditioned hair
Was beautiful but nothing really was there
a gypsy,
an air conditioned hippie
Who's never seen the light of day
Rode dog and cowboy
Don't know how, boy
I ever lived this long this way, no, no,
Dried up and solitary
Alkali on the range
Carrots where her eyes were bright
Orange where she'd blush
Brussel sprout conditioned fists
Dropped
the vandals
Who trampled and sampled
Till this place conditioned brought
Forth demolition to war
The slipping and sliding corrosive subsiding
That withered
only betrayed
I am only conditioned to die
You are wrong, fucked, and overrated
I think I'm gonna be sick and it's your fault
This is the end
y'all
To the beat y'all
To the - to the
To the beat y'all)
[ VERSE 2 ]
If I'm mentally conditioned, then I'm physically prepared
To cold rock a party
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