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I feel repressed here, suppressedLike I'm being pushed down and forced to forgetEvery hopeful thing that I representAnd everybody's been trying to convince meThat it's okay, just deal with the BSBut I'm sick of each day blurring into the nextUntil everything is automatic againI feel like a child in need of constant attentionIn order to get up and be able to functionLike there's a key in the back of my mindAnd if it's not turned right, it'll start to unwindWell, California clouds my judgment, I can't seem to behaveThe air is not right here and now my head is beginning to acheUntil everything is automatic againAnd the inspiration I felt before has all but come and goneI don't understand why you would come so far only to stopDoes it really make you happy, being a robot working for more robots?Got a boss who's telling me I'm two minutes lateGotta make up for it, I could start by dedicatingMy life to my job to get a higher GS scoreSome customer comments to raise the stats of the storeSongtexteThey don't mean nothing but at least it looks good on my reviewIn the wars of the past, we'd have rationed our foodWell, keep on consuming because now we don't have toThank God for yellow ribbons, those meaningless tokens that make us feel worthyAnd thank God for George for keeping matters abroadFor rising gas costs being the only sacrifice I have to seeWe have it easyI feel repressed here, suppressedLike I'm being pushed down and forced to forget Aus Songtexte Mania