Work Lies Sex Love Fear Hate Friendship

Production line, chasing mechanical dreams, I'm not just a number. Balances gain interest, but who yields the profit? Can you measure a man by the line of his credit? I'm worth more than the sum of my parts; equations don't add up. Heed this warning don't go chasing American dreams, ripping at the seams. Work lies s*x love fear hate friendship, in fifty years you'll be in the ground.