Slaves Of The Plethora Season

Every generation lives
In the shadow of the last
This was no exception
Before traditions set the rules
But this is something new
There are no directions
All or nothing
We are stuffing
A wasteline's increasing and with it
IQ's are dropping
Keep on pushing
Blame it on Cushing
Sit down, take it easy you know
There's no point in rushing
Hey! We're slaves of the plethora season
No work to be done
So chill now everyone
Hey! We suffer from indulgence syndrome
Nothing but joy
We have no choice
There's a themepark called the west
With high fences all around
So there'll be no distractions
You would do what we do best
Exploiting everyone
In search of perfection
All or nothing
We are snuffing
We're taking their oil and their lives
And there's still no cuffing
No dominion
No opinion
There's not a new law or decision
That we're not in on
Hey! We're slaves of the plethora season
We need all the gas
To move that thriving ass
Hey! We live in the immunity zone
Time to rejoice
Boys and toys
In a corner of the world
Got nothing much to fear
So we turn on eachother
Some girls have formed a plan
Goes straight past equality
This without deception
Injustice for ten thousand years
Now blaming anyone
Who can get an erection
All or nothing
They're not bluffing
Hey! We're slaves of the plethora season
Those who have none in crotch
They've finally grown nuts
Hey! We're standing in the enemy zone
Let's head on home
Y chromosome