Contempt

You had your freedom but you sold it away

You'll get it back when you’re old and grey

Now you’re staring out the warehouse window

Just like a child waiting for dismissal

You look at us with contempt in your eyes

We’re the people you despise

Drowning in a sea of debt

Always pay in but what do you get

You’re so thick you can't see inside

You’re just a slave to conventional pride

Nine to five at a frantic pace

Your just a number with out a face

Two weeks freedom in a year

Sounds like a pretty shitty career