The smoke sets down on the avenue
You know men rolling up piling revenue
All going to work, another white-collared jerk
And I'm becoming one of them
Maybe it's just consistency
That I'm stumbling around through discrepancies
My ambition is clear, but with this job I fear
That I'm becoming one of them
I'm becoming one of them
I'm gonna be one of them
Rolling in dirt, flying high
We all line up in the blink of an eye
We know war well, but it's okay to be strong
To follow that path, straight to death, to belong
Still set soaked in my insolence
You see I'm running amok til I hit the fence
This company I keep
Could make a grown man weep
Still I'm becoming one of them
I'm becoming one of them
I'm gonna be one of them
Rolling in dirt, flying high
We all line up in the blink of an eye
We know war well, but it's okay to be strong
To follow that path, straight to death, to belong
Well, I'm becoming one of them
Well, I'm becoming one of them
I'm gonna be one of them