Public Servant - Live at Riviera Theater, Chicago, 1991

Cut 'em loose
 Public servant, public slave
 It's one single slide from the cradle to the grave
 Can't remember why you're still in the race
 To be a public servant, public slave
 You got to know who satan is
 You know you made him come alive
 You let the yahoos write the script
 When you sold your soul to survive
 I only want to hear my voice
 Come on, hit me where I live
 Let's imagine we had a choice
 Let's pretend we're persuasive
 I guess it keeps you off the street
 I guess you couldn't find honest work
 And you're content to follow the fleet
 Hanging 'round with world-class jerks
 I guess you can't have too little class
 Sometimes it pays to have no soul
 Just keep your mindset in the past
 And your head up your asshole
 It's not as if we couldn't cope
 It's not as if the pope eloped
 It's just as if you're out of hope
 And if you can't stand twice as tall
 If you're too afraid to fall
 If you haven't got the balls
 Cut 'em loose