You're all slaves   and there's nothing you can do about it      I crawled inside a full grown woman today   like 32 guitars I'll break after I play   Double digits aren't all they're hyped up to be   Read my weakness loud and clear on the marquee      You're all slaves   and there's nothing you can do about it   You're all slaves   and there's nothing you can do      I feel so happy to be alone today   There's nothing limiting my opportunity   Finally no one to tell me who to be   I leave a smile right here in New York City   Oh yeah      You're all slaves   and there's nothing you can do about it   You're all slaves   and there's nothing you can do