Herky-jerky fare resembling the dubbed Gang Of Four/Suicide Commandos tape that's been lodged in your Kraco cassette player since New Wave was...new. "Perfect Worker" ("He's the prototype/He makes you feel inferior/He rules your workplace/Homo superior/He's got his briefcase/He's got his drone face/You can't win, 'cause you're running his race"), "Your Ambition" ("Your sweet success becomes a sour, sour bore/Your ambition is a sick, sick whore/Drown yourself on your market floor/Something's not right, it's such a bore"),"At Least You're Getting Paid" ("Too many years thinking for yourself is really getting you down/Now you work the 8-to-6/Got no time to get your kicks/Forty years behind the pen/Think you can start again?/You can't") and "Radio Patrol" ("They say music is their business/I've got no trust in business interests/You got the money, you got the airwaves/They're gonna play what the company dictates/Boring sound") will incite stiff, robotic twitches from everyone present at the next Mark Mothersbaugh Appreciation Society affair. Don't forget your thinking cap and dancing shoes. Appropriate dress required.
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