Just rolled off the production line | This is the game you learn while you play | Just out of school and you felt so high | That was remand now you're doing time | The four minute warning's no surprise | Drown it in liquor, drown it in vice | The neon's so bright I've got to wear shades | Fly poster heroes flare then fade | Another cog going round and around | Roll the tape as you hit the ground | Oh what music you make! | Feel the pressure, critical mass | And sentiment is so crass | But oh what music you make! | The wheel turns