This song reminds me of good times in my neighborhood

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Here's to us pawns and pimps and wannabes
That litter the topography of our times
They crank us out down at the factory
Give us a username and access key
Sixty-four gigabytes of memory
Streaming channels all in YouHD
To medicate us into apathy
And keep our ass in line
Until the day they drop us into our box
They own us right on down to our sox

All we are is:

Meat for the mother fuckers of this world
They buy us and sell us,
And we don't complain
We give up our children
To die in their battles
They treat us like cattle
And drive us insane
When all we got left is the stink on our feet
Honey, all we are is MEAT!!!!

Jack-booted thugs are in the neighborhood
Militant dudes with attitude in the night
They’re cracking heads and spilling local blood
We are Bugs and they are Elmer Fudd
Monsters that rose up from the primal mud
No fucks to give, and it is understood
They’re not here to do us any good
And you know that ain’t right
There’s nothing here that we can control
Until the day they drop us into a hole

All we are is:

Meat for the motherfuckers of this world
They buy us and sell us,
And we don't complain
We give up our children
To die in their battles
They treat us like cattle
And drive us insane
And all we got left is the stink on our feet
Oh yeah, all we are is MEAT!!!!

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ThinkCommon

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