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  1. Suck-cess

From the recording Chronic Citizens "Capital Cult"

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Suck-cess
by Greg Englesson

in the morning the alarm rings in my head
i shake my body get out of bed
down the stairs shit and piss
i clench the toothbrush in my fist
jesus didn’t eat fried eggs for breakfast
he didn’t wear no underwear

I put on my pants my shoes and socks
get in my car there radio talks
i drive so far
in my fucking car
to get to my job
where i sweat like a hog
standing on my feet
frying up hamburger meat

suck-cess suck-cess
where does it lie
the girl next door apple pie
four on the floor a two car garage
make room for more consumer garbage
stacks and stacks of permanent press slacks
sacks and sacks of universal knick knacks
proof that you’ve been and seen
every crevice of the american dream
suck-cess suck-cess
suck suck suck suck-cess
suck suck suck suck-cess
suck suck suck suck-cess

rush around so you can wait
love love love that
hate hate hate

suck-cess suck-cess
can you withstand the stress
of suck-cess
it’s all a part of business
now your on a diet
medication under the tongue
exercise at the office
you better watch it when you come
suck-cess suck-cess
suck suck suck suck-cess
suck suck suck suck-cess
suck suck suck suck-cess
success is but a game
success is on the brain
success is the death of the spirit in the flesh
suck suck suck suck-cess
suck suck suck suck-cess
suck suck suck excess