BUSINESS CASUAL - LYRICS

Flesh of my flesh, mind of my mind
Save your pleasantries for the blind
You're only innocent until they redefine
What is considered to be a crime

It's 1984
In business casual uniform
It's 1984
Each day we die a little more
It's 1984

30 percent of all our lives spent rotting at a desk
We don't call it "slavery," because we're just for rent
They give us just enough to keep our hands free of torches and axes
While the upper middle class blames us for taking all their taxes
Demigods in suits may turn their noses up at us
The artificial stench of entitlement radiating from their flesh
But we smile and dial, we punch the clock, cause freedom isn't free
We'll take a freedom combo with a looming threat of poverty

Draconian malevolence in full bloom
Shreds ribbons from his mother's womb
Smiling mask of skin tight against his face
Generations debased by his embrace

It's 1984
In business casual uniform
It's 1984
Each day we die a little more
It's 1984

You'll say anything for the company
You'll do anything for the company
You'll be anything for the company