This song depicts a bureaucratic governmental office or DMV-like environment where people are made to pick a number from a machine and stand in line like a herd of cattle while awaiting their turn to speak to a public servant enforcing the rule of law and collecting tariffs, regardless of ethics or common sense employed in their thought processes. The first verse describes the security guard of the office and the second verse is the response of the public individual who feels unjustly mistreated, a situation reminiscent to many who have experienced situations such as immigration offices, driver motor vehicle centres, court and justice offices, etc.
Are you listed in the system?
Take a seat, we'll call you up.
You better show your documentation, or be
Stranded in a rut.
I don't make the rules, just push them,
Another soldier in their game.
If you want to file a complaint, ya better
Pick a number, A24, follow the arrow in single file,
Don't step out of cue, you're just one in a few.
So fill in the paper, sign on the dotted line, and one more thing,
You gotta pay the fine.
Because you, you don't have a choice,
Don't have a voice, you're living in
The status quo, and nothing more
Well I'll be damned if I will pay it,
Let alone stand in fucking line.
You can take that pen and shove it where
You know it's good behind.
I don't mean to emit violence, nor
Betray those who would pay, but
The system's falling to pieces, only
The blind don't see this way.
The blind never see,
But you, you have a choice,
You have a voice and style that
Cuts deep inside...
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