Nametag by Sonik Spunk and the All Time Rag Band

Sonik Spunk and the All Time Rag Band
presents

Nametag

A walk through America without labor unions. Artist unions are still bunk, though. Producing art is much more arbitrary than producing a toilet seat.

It should not cost the same to see a bad movie as a good movie. An inferior product is of less value than a superior product. Humans, though, are all of equal value.
You figure it through.

Hard industrial folk a' capella.

Lyric:

She's got a nametag
That says your name

Stationery
That says the same

A pair of flat, white,
Silent nurse's shoes

That keep her quiet
While she looks for clues

She's got a flashlight
That's got thirty bulbs

A secret number
Where she screens her calls

A magnifying glass
With zooming lens

A bomb detector for
The packages she's sent

She's got it all
Behind her eyes
She's got the world
Inside her mind

She hides the truth
Inside her lies
She's just an
Ordinary spy

She wears leather gloves
Upon her mitts

With an artificial set
Of finger prints

She shoots white phosphorous
On darts afire

And binds trip-line mines
With razor wire


She's got it all
Behind her eyes
She's got the world
Inside her mind

She hides the truth
Inside her lies
She's just an
Ordinary spy

She classifies herself
As classified

In coded documents
In public files

Her many enemies keep her
Well despised

So she keeps her facial features
Well disguised


She's got it all
Behind her eyes
She's got the world
Inside her mind

She hides the truth
Inside her lies
She's just an
Ordinary spy

Category:

Music

Tags:

• Nametag
• name
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• place
• workplace
• adventure
• near
• death
• uncaring
• boss
• bosses
• terror
• fear
• loathing