Lyrics

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 smokebreaks 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, 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 smokebreaks 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 You run like a river without a prize in your sights Bleed on. 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