Hug him if he's good, beat him if he's bad
She grew up too fast, got touched by her dad
Sent him to reform school, filled him with threats
Sent her to a shrink, to talk about regrets
Poor little fucker, poor little kid!
He never asked for life, nope he never did
Teach her how to cook, teach her all the trircks
Create another victim, for their greasy dicks
Your part of the machine, cause we want you to be
We'll kill you if we have to, just you wait and see
We can have your body, even after you're dead
Can take you eyes, right from your fucking head
Steal, fuck, slaughter, take our advise
Fuck anything that moves, never pay the price
Join the fucking army, you can have lots of fun
Develop some muscle, use your prick like a gun
She can tend the kids, teach'em how to live
Then the tax man wonders, just how much you'll give
They own you, you fuck, until you understand
At the end of your arm, is your fucking hand
They make the rules and chang'em as they see fit,
Tell you how much, and when and where to shit
A part of their machine, individualism's out the door
Smile and spread your legs, they made you a whore
They molded you, you pawn, took away your youth
Your blood is the oil for their machine, that's the fucking truth!