Enslavement Blues

I'm enslaved by the weekdays By their names Monday and Friday I'm enslaved by the things we say And everywhere I go a little secret And I wish that you would come here And tell me that we're all doing fine And I wish that you would come here And tell me that were not losing our minds I'm enslaved by the living space By the walls, roofs and the working place I'm enslaved by the games we play No matter what I do, I will still sell myself And I wish that you would come here And tell me that we're not dying here And I wish that you would come here And tell me that we're not dying here I'm sure that we all want to blow And I said that's what we ought to do I'm sure that we all want to change it all That's why I'm coming to you I'm sure that you all want to know I'm sure you all want to blow I'm enslaved by the weekdays By their names Monday and Friday I'm enslaved by the words we say Every little sentence turns me into a slave And I wish that you would come here And tell me that we're all doing fine And I wish that you would come here And tell me that we're not losing our minds I'm sure that we all want to blow And I said that's what we ought to do I'm sure that we all want to change it all That's why I'm coming to you I'm sure that we all want to know I'm sure you all want to blow I'm a slave --- Enslavement Blues - The (International) Noise Conspiracy