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Slave away, for the price of your youth you can earn yourself a dying wage. |
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You're worth your weight in the sweat that you spill for the good of the company |
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At the end of the night counting on your smokebreaks |
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You seem to move a lot of product but the product doesn't move anyone, |
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and that's the honest to god damned truth. |
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Did you answer the call when it came or did you call it a day? |
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Like my father, he buried his passion, |
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sacrificed the twelve-bar blues to take on the real world. |
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At dawn I awoke to go back to the clockwork |
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where I sing my songs to whoever will listen. |
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A glimpse of the good life beyond 9 to 5 |
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to the has-beens, the no ones, civilians and children. |
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On the company dime, burning all your smokebreaks |
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You seem to move a lot of product but the product doesn't move... |
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Trudge on, workhorse. |
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God help you all you're just getting by. |
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You run like a river without a prize in your sights. |
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Bleed on. Bleed on. Bleed yourself dry.. |
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This road is my bridge, |
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She will wreck your life. |
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It's for me to decide, |
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how you'll wreck your life. |
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Cut the Queen, just try. |
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She will wreck your life. |
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It's for me to decide. |
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How you'll wreck your life. |
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Cut the Queen, just try. |
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She will wreck your life. |
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It's my life to wreck in my own way |