Jibba This

We're slaves to saving time, as if we didn't have enough / We're slaves to the hormone, we're men and must be tough / We're slaves to the dollar, and the happiness that it brings / tradition rules from the start generations running round in rings / Chorus / I want out I want to escape the human role / They teach us we're fulfilled, when we've done what we're told / Now I feel an emptiness whenever I act out on my own / Now i'm going to break these binds, and get my life back on track / fulfill the expectations with others behind, and fulfill my life with what you call crap / Chorus