I am product, I am a symbol

Of endless, hopeless, fruitless, aimless games

I'm a glossy package on the supermarket shelf

My contents aren't fit for human consumption

I could tragically injure your perfect health

My ingredients will seize up your bodys function

I am the dirt that everyone walks on

I am the orphan nobody wants

I am the staircarpet everyone uses

I am the leper nobody wants to touch....much

I am a sample, I am a scapegoat

For useless, futureless, endless, mindless ideas.

I am a number on the paper you file away

Portfolio you stick in the drawer

I'm the fool you try to scare when you say

"We know all about you, of that you can be sure"

I don't want your crazy system

I don't want to be on your files

Your temptations I try to resist them

Cos I know what hides beneath your smiles,

Its.........EST

I am a topic, I am a subject

For useless, futureless, endless, mindless debates

You think up ways that you can hide me

From the naive eyes of your figurehead

But don't you find that it ain't easy?

Wouldn't you love to see me dead?

Answer is to give me treatment

For crying out when you give me pain

Leaves me with no possible remnant

Poke your knives into my brain

You send me insane

I'm an example, I'm no hero

Of the great, intelligent, magnificent, human race

Well I'm part of the race that kills for possessions

Part of the race that's wiping itself out

Part of the race that's got crazy obsessions

Locking people up, not letting them out

Hate the living dead and their work in factories

Go like sheep to their production lines

Live on illusions, don't face the realities

All they live for is that big blue sign

It says, it says FORD

I'M BORED, BORED, BORED, BORED