Just rolled off the production line | This is the game you learn
while you play | Just out of school and you felt so high | That
was remand now you're doing time | The four minute warning's no
surprise | Drown it in liquor, drown it in vice | The neon's so
bright I've got to wear shades | Fly poster heroes flare then
fade | Another cog going round and around | Roll the tape as you
hit the ground | Oh what music you make! | Feel the pressure,
critical mass | And sentiment is so crass | But oh what music you
make! | The wheel turns on