Planned Obsolescence Lyrics

I am the bottom line, I am the money
I am the credit in your ancient account
I am the punchline to a joke that was never funny
But how it made us all laugh
I am not living in

This brick and mortar
I do not live in
This hive of cement
I do not live inside of this city
I am just paying your rent
Another god in another dead machine
Another walking
Convalescent

I am another
Pointless device
Awaiting planned obsolescence
I am another
Pointless device
This is my planned obsolescence
I am another
Pointless device
Awaiting planned obsolescence

I am the dotted line
I am the dollar
I am the dirt on the gold plated trowel
I am the dog and the bone made of rubber
And god that made 'em all howl

I am not living in
This brick and mortar
I do not live in
This hive of cement
I do not live inside of this city
I am just paying your rent
Another god in another dead machine
Another walking
Convalescent

I am another
Pointless device
Awaiting planned obsolescence
I am another
Pointless device
This is my planned obsolescence
I am another
Pointless device
Awaiting planned obsolescence

I am another
Pointless device
Awaiting planned obsolescence
I am another
Pointless device
This is my planned obsolescence
I am another
Pointless device
Awaiting planned obsolescence