Million Dead - Breaking the Back lyrics

Yeah on leaving school immersed
In philanthropic notions
Of a kind these days I find unthinkable
I pulled my frail frame onto my charger
And rode off into a
Sunset with agenda predictable

Fresh faced
Young dumb-and tragically convinced
That blind faith could make an
Infantile normative playground theory on
Social interaction positive enough to show
Them all but alas

Working the tills put hair on my chest
Telesales made me a man

And everything was going to be ok
But the making of the man
Was the breaking of the back upon
The rock of everyday hostility fresh faced
Young dumb-and tragically convinced
That blind faith could make an
Infantile normative playground theory
On social interaction positive

And I don't mean to seem, at all ungrateful
But the air-conditioned life has left me
Gasping for some real conversation
And just because Turing
Couldn't possibly conceive
A machine with this little personality
I'm working shifts in veal-fattening pens
And yet I'm puppy thin because
To tell the truth i was been hanging on for
Something more than distant
Dialtones and a sense of ending, yeah

The breaking of the back was
The making of the man