This interaction's lasting five seconds
Then you'll never see 'em again
You'll know this lady for a couple days
Until you turn your paperwork in
Oh, and what right do they have
To see the soul that occupies your body?
Oh, it's sick, I prove to a computer
That I am alive
They got a million secret metrics
By which they can tell if you're a good boy
(Oh) God forbid you ever made a mistake
Or you'll remain unemployed
Oh, and what right do they have
To sit upon a throne of mere coincidence?
By nature, it's only luck
If others fail accordingly
What right do they have?
What right do they have?
What right do they have
Right do they have?
(Uh) I tripped and fell into a better situation
Than the one that I had
(Ow) They took the image I constructed
And they gave a little pat on the back
So what right do I have
To sell the soul that occupies my body?
Oh it's twisted, I'm picked for how wide
I can split my head
You can't convince me that I'm meant to be
Exactly where I find myself
(Ah!) How many people pave the walkway
That takes me to a new kind of hell?
Oh, and what right do I have
To sit among the court of mere coincidence?
Oh, by nature, Some dreams were crushed
Just so I could pay for mine
What right do I have?
What right do I have?
What right do I have?
Right do I have?
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