Aesop Rock - 9-5'ers Anthem lyrics

Zoom in to the fuming of an aggravated breed
Via the study of
Post-adolescent agitated seeds
Half the patients wasted self
Prior to Commencement
So I focus on the urban Oxygen samples
The half that made it breathe
They sold Pompeii impression
Waste infections and twelve steps to lesson
Cretins swiftly tippy toe on hard to swallow
Barter concepts the give-it get-it
Never let it self passport our stubbornness
Martyrs talks money causes in
A harvesting Spartacus
And so on I've thrown long Hail Mary bombs
Toward cookie-cutter Mother Natures
Bedazzled synthetic fabrics
Life treats the peasants like
They tried to fuck his woman
While he slept inside
Well they're merely chasing


Perfectionist emblems
When the clock strikes nine
I'll be waking with the best
Of routine caffeine team players
For the cycle of it
Under a dusted angel harp string
Big Brother is watching
My odometer like buzzard to fallen elk
Talking stealth
We got babies, rubber stamps
And briefcase parts
We on some door-to door now
Order ten dollars or more
We'll shove it down your throat for free
I'll sacrifice my inborn tendencies
For copper pennies for one
Commanding "Gimme that"
So we can retain baby fat
Make the biter snake bedlam holocaust freak
Heckle shiesty brain headroom shaped planet
Make a move, pause, make a move break cannon
Bent barrel one eight zero, U Turn, squeeze
End it it's on like it's never been
It's bleeding well
It's bigger than a breadbox
It corrodes my leaky finance
I'll take my seat atop the Brooklyn Bridge
With a Coke and a bag of chips
To watch a thousand lemmings
Plummet just because the first one slipped
Sometimes I laugh at victory
Kissing these little question marks
I tend to underestimate my average
Just another bastard savage
Someday you'll all eat out of my cold hand
Cuz every dog has it's day
At which point, I'll pull it away

Now we the American working population
Hate the fact that eight hours a day
Is wasted on chasing the dream
Of someone that isn't us
And we may not hate our jobs
But we hate jobs in general
That don't have to do with
Fighting our own causes
We the American working population
Hate the nine-to-five day-in day-out
When we'd rather be supporting ourselves
By being paid to perfect the pastimes
That we have harbored based
Solely on the fact
That it makes us smile if it sounds dope

It's the year of the silkworm
Everything I built burned yesterday
Let's display the purpose that
These stilts serve
Elevate the spreading of the silk germ
Trying to weave a web but all
That I believe in is dead
Nah brother, it's the year of the jackal
Saddle up on high horse
My torch forced Polaris embarrassed
Shackle up the hassle by
The dooming legend marriage
I bought some new sneakers
I just hope my legacy matches
It's the year of the landshark
Dry as sand, parched
Damn get these men some water
They're out there being slaughtered
In meaningless wars so you
Don't have to bother
And can sit and soak the idiotbox
Trying to fuck their daughters
Man it's the year of the Orphan
Seated adjacent to the firefly circling
The torches on your porches
Trying to guard the fortress of a
King they've never seen or met
But all are trained to murder at
The first sign of a threat
Maybe it's the year of the waterbug
Cockroach utter thug specimen
Fury spawned from dreaming of
Your next of kin
I'm still dealing with this mess I'm in
I've been the object of your ridicule
You've been a bitch lieutenant
God, it's the year of the underpaid employee
Spittin' forty plus a week
And tryin' to rape Earth on my off time
You bored dizzy
I can't keep myself busy enough
So you can run run run
And I'mma let you think you won eVERYBODY!

We the American working population
Hate the fact that eight hours a day
Is wasted on chasing the dream
Of someone that isn't us
And we may not hate our jobs
But we hate jobs in general
That don't have to do with
Fighting our own causes
We the American working population
Hate the nine to five day-in day-out
But we'd rather be supporting ourselves
By being paid to perfect the pastimes
That we have harbored based
Solely on the fact
That it makes us smile if it sounds dope

Fumble outta bed and stumble to the kitchen
Pour myself a cup of ambition and
Yawn and stretch and my life is a mess and
If I never make it home today, God bless
Fumble outta bed and stumble to the kitchen
Pour myself a cup of ambition and
Yawn and stretch and my life is a mess and
If I never make it home today, God bless