Text: His Hero Is Gone. Chain Of Command.

Who holds the gun to your head & makes you lick the boot
Of the boss who would rather kick in your fucking teeth
Than shed a tear of sympathy? We keep on licking with
Dreams of promotion & "A career". They keep on kickin keep
making the pills: how long will we swallow? How long
Will they feed? How long will we follow? How long
Will they lead?