Public Servant

Cut 'em loose

Public servant, public slave

It's one single slide from the cradle to the grave

Can't remember why you're still in the race

To be a public servant, public slave

You got to know who satan is

You know you made him come alive

You let the yahoos write the script

When you sold your soul to survive

I only want to hear my voice

Come on, hit me where I live

Let's imagine we had a choice

Let's pretend we're persuasive

I guess it keeps you off the street

I guess you couldn't find honest work

And you're content to follow the fleet

Hanging 'round with world-class jerks

I guess you can't have too little class

Sometimes it pays to have no soul

Just keep your mindset in the past

And your head up your asshole

It's not as if we couldn't cope

It's not as if the pope eloped

It's just as if you're out of hope

And if you can't stand twice as tall

If you're too afraid to fall

If you haven't got the balls

Cut 'em loose