Fling all your troubles into the wind

Don’t ever you cry

Don’t ever give in

And you’re much better off

The sooner you learn

Learn to perfection that your greatest sin

Is being out of phase with the crowd born to win

Growing up in this company town



They’ll have all the others

They’ll have all of your brothers

They’ll have all of your sisters too

Their system to maintain

Requires a great brain drain

And it just could get real plain

The brain they must restrain

Belongs just to you

Growing up in this company town



There’s no need to talk too loud

Nor hang with the wrong crowd

No big need to run real fast

Chasing things that just can’t last

Just be sure when you’re outclassed

That the cure for the outcast

Can’t be found on their home ground

Growing up in this company town



So fling all your errors into the wind

Fresh flock of terrors will crawl under your skin

Once you precognize the situation you’re in

As soon as you realize that you’re playing for your skin

It’s your skin that you’re playing for

Your skin that they’ll nail to their wall when you fail

To escape from their jail

The jail you call company town

The jail you call company town

This jail they call company town






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