Cold and flatback steel-faced iron-clad Sold like a
priceless piece of real estate so sad Three nights
shacked up shackled down fucked up Starin' over smoke
stacks burning black and piles of crack Living in the
big store shopping in the meat aisle Stick it in your
coat at the checkout counter I'm so insignificant can't
afford to pay my rent I'm kicked out on the street
no food no cash no place to sleep Now I waste away
my time I'm one with this land of mine break free from this sick design

Break free from this sick design

Garbage cans and remains of every passing day All for
this great big display, wipe your ass and throw it
away People say we live in heaven,
heaven for me was never like this and I don't know where you live

Brown water big rats another day it all turns black
and then we'll have nowhere to stack this misery worn on our backs

People say we live in heaven Heaven for me was never
like this and I don't know where you live

This sick design Break free from this sick design