As long as theres air in my lungs as long as theres blood in my vain. I'm a slave to the mirror and a smiling face I wonder: Will you
remember my name? So make your move as the night setts in I'll put on my suit and go drinking with the business men Nancirema tie me down
with formalities No I may be sleeping but this is sure as hell not a dream. 9 to 5 is all that I look forward to as I raise this gun to my
head. So Make Your Move! Will I forget this. I contemplate what keeps me coming home but they know. I hear the shots fire and raise the
gun to my head. I said son do you wonder just who would be next?