Pick Me up, Put Me Down

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Look at the new slaves, lost before found
Running back over opened ground.
Their home are concrete graveyards.
Robbers, muggers, young pretenders,
They have no easy way out
Empty voices trying to shout.
It's such a bore.
A pick-me-up, put-me-down, kick me to the floor !
They judge you, accuse you, sentence you to life
Your only sun, a commercial bomb
The modern-age push-button control
Just a robot with no fixed emotions.
Years go on, has your mind been beaten ?
Sometimes you cry, please don't ask me why
Ask my mother; you say you're my brother
Then you turn and stab my back
Don't fill my head with too much too soon.