Song | Theatre of Work |
Artist | Bad Breeding |
Album | Exiled |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Charlie Rose | |
作曲 : Charlie Rose | |
Theatre of work, what do you see? | |
A plague of desperate, servile ****s | |
Reduced to nothing more than fodder | |
A farce of shifting insecurities | |
They watch me toil, flail and squirm | |
Human life as a utility | |
Flog and spill into the sink | |
Promise in a task without reprieve | |
Theatre of work, what do you see? | |
Dragging my weight | |
across the piss-soaked floor | |
Resigned to the tide of necessity | |
Replaced, renewed, abused | |
And the shame hangs heavy | |
as I laugh… heave in the face of futility | |
Theatre of work, what do you see? | |
Everyday torment | |
Living the dream | |
Theatre of work, what do you see? | |
A plague of desperate, servile ****s | |
Reduced to nothing more than fodder | |
A farce of shifting insecurities | |
Drawn into view for all to see | |
Fit for nothing but consumption | |
Repeat the flush and tap the screw | |
Promise in a task without reprieve | |
Theatre of work, what do you see? | |
Their funniest piece… my necessity | |
From pious saviours to slumlords | |
the endgame is the same | |
shackled and skinned, more means to split | |
Picked apart, disarmed and divided | |
shackled and skinned, more means to split |
zuo ci : Charlie Rose | |
zuo qu : Charlie Rose | |
Theatre of work, what do you see? | |
A plague of desperate, servile s | |
Reduced to nothing more than fodder | |
A farce of shifting insecurities | |
They watch me toil, flail and squirm | |
Human life as a utility | |
Flog and spill into the sink | |
Promise in a task without reprieve | |
Theatre of work, what do you see? | |
Dragging my weight | |
across the pisssoaked floor | |
Resigned to the tide of necessity | |
Replaced, renewed, abused | |
And the shame hangs heavy | |
as I laugh heave in the face of futility | |
Theatre of work, what do you see? | |
Everyday torment | |
Living the dream | |
Theatre of work, what do you see? | |
A plague of desperate, servile s | |
Reduced to nothing more than fodder | |
A farce of shifting insecurities | |
Drawn into view for all to see | |
Fit for nothing but consumption | |
Repeat the flush and tap the screw | |
Promise in a task without reprieve | |
Theatre of work, what do you see? | |
Their funniest piece my necessity | |
From pious saviours to slumlords | |
the endgame is the same | |
shackled and skinned, more means to split | |
Picked apart, disarmed and divided | |
shackled and skinned, more means to split |
zuò cí : Charlie Rose | |
zuò qǔ : Charlie Rose | |
Theatre of work, what do you see? | |
A plague of desperate, servile s | |
Reduced to nothing more than fodder | |
A farce of shifting insecurities | |
They watch me toil, flail and squirm | |
Human life as a utility | |
Flog and spill into the sink | |
Promise in a task without reprieve | |
Theatre of work, what do you see? | |
Dragging my weight | |
across the pisssoaked floor | |
Resigned to the tide of necessity | |
Replaced, renewed, abused | |
And the shame hangs heavy | |
as I laugh heave in the face of futility | |
Theatre of work, what do you see? | |
Everyday torment | |
Living the dream | |
Theatre of work, what do you see? | |
A plague of desperate, servile s | |
Reduced to nothing more than fodder | |
A farce of shifting insecurities | |
Drawn into view for all to see | |
Fit for nothing but consumption | |
Repeat the flush and tap the screw | |
Promise in a task without reprieve | |
Theatre of work, what do you see? | |
Their funniest piece my necessity | |
From pious saviours to slumlords | |
the endgame is the same | |
shackled and skinned, more means to split | |
Picked apart, disarmed and divided | |
shackled and skinned, more means to split |