Look at the new slaves, lost before found Running back over opened ground. Their home are concrete graveyards. Robbers, muggers, young pretenders, They have no easy way out Empty voices trying to shout. It's such a bore. A pick-me-up, put-me-down, kick me to the floor! They judge you, accuse you, sentence you to life Your only sun, a commercial bomb The modern-age push-button control Just a robot with no fixed emotions. Years go on, has your mind been beaten? Sometimes you cry, please don't ask me why Ask my mother; you say you're my brother Then you turn and stab my back Don't fill my head with too much too soon.