Caught Inna Rut

Caught inna rut
Now will i break out?
Each and every day
I wanna scream and shout
Gotta get ahead of the company man
In the quicksand of the corporate plan
Well i don’t understand why i stand in line?
Every way i turn there’s a big brand sign
It’s gonna make up for what i lack
But a ball and chain don’t take up the slack
I do what i’m sold, i go where i’m told
I’m never gonna make up my mind on my own
Feelings come and feelings go
But I still trust in my logo
Branded
What is my name?
Check out the label
We are the game
I’m sick and tired and i feel run down
Walls are closing in with thier lifestyle
Hijacked culture’s what they push
Sponsored bands and gigs ambushed
Now they’re calling it their own
So what the fuck are we working for?
A culture lost but at what cost?
A limited offer and it’s a must
Show it to me
Give it to me
Whatcha got?
Whatcha got?
C’mon c’mon c’mon