Letters to the Editor
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Thank you, thank you.
"This next song , excuse me. This next song...sorry, my voice ain't what it used to be, heh heh. This next song was inspired by my, by my days before I decided to pick up the axe again. Yet, those were low days..."
"Free bird!"
"Back when I was a corporate no-"
"Free bird!"
"-when I was a corporate nobody. A loser. All I could dream of-"
"Free bird!"
"Shut the fuck up! I'm performing here!"
"Woooo Woooo!"
"Alright, here goes. This one's called Mindless Robot."
1, 2, 3
'We were sittin' in our cubicles, yeah, yeah, yeah,
"Just manicurin' our cuticles, yeah, yeah, yeah,
"My keyboard was typin' me, my monitor it could see,
But I wasn't like the other, I didn't want to beeeeeee
A mindess robot -- a corporate slave!
Song is burstin' from my heart, I don't want to play the part,
I'm no money suckin', blood lustin', slut-bustin' knaaaave!'
Hit it!"
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