3.Smoke Breaks
Slave away, for the price of your youth
You can earn yourself a dying wage
You're worth your weight in the sweat
That you spill for the good of the company
At the end of the night
Counting on your smoke breaks
You seem to move a lot of product
But the product doesn't move anyone
And that's the honest to god damned truth
Did you answer the call when it came
Or did you call it a day？
Like my father, like my father
He buried his passion
Sacrificed the twelve-bar blues
To take on the real world
At dawn I awoke to go back to the clockwork
Where I sing my songs to whoever will listen
A glimpse of the good life beyond 9 to 5 to
The has-beens, the no ones, civilians and children
On the company dime
Burning all your smoke breaks
You seem to move a lot of product
But the product doesn't move
Trudge on, workhorse
God help you all, you're just getting by
Trudge on, workhorse
God help you all, you're just getting by
You run like a river
Without a prize in your sights
Bleed on, bleed on, bleed yourself dry
Bleed on, bleed yourself dry
This road is my bride
She will wreck your life
It's for me to decide
How you'll wreck your life
Cut the queen, just try
She will wreck your life
It's for me to decide
How you'll wreck your life
Cut the queen, just try
She will wreck your life
It's my life to wreck in my own way
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