| Song | Boot Scraper |
| Artist | Lamb of God |
| Album | As the Palaces Burn |
| 作曲 : Lamb Of God | |
| Watch the broken common man | |
| Drown his sorrows at unhappy hour | |
| Dirty and sweaty | |
| With just enough to get by | |
| Calluses on his hands, calluses on his soul | |
| Hard-boiled son of a ************ | |
| Scraping away on the down hill grind | |
| It's a means to an end, a mean end for most | |
| Death and domestication ends in shattered hopes | |
| Can't see the hand at the other end of the leash | |
| Turn and bite | |
| Turn and bite the hand that bleeds you dry | |
| Throw yourself a bone, no one else will | |
| Compromise leads to self-loathing | |
| Money the excrement of labor | |
| And you don't get to keep ************t | |
| Except politics and power trips | |
| And a bad breath down your neck | |
| I know | |
| For I have toiled in the halls of the mighty | |
| And not received a teardrop in a bucket | |
| Mother******* it | |
| The world doesn't owe me a thing | |
| But you do (mother******) | |
| So crooked when you die | |
| They're gonna have to screw your ass into the ground | |
| As life slowly unravels | |
| Rise above, extract your life | |
| Will you look within | |
| Then turn around and bite? | |
| Day by day the mask suffocates your life | |
| Is this any way to live? | |
| No | |
| No | |
| No ******* way |
| zuò qǔ : Lamb Of God | |
| Watch the broken common man | |
| Drown his sorrows at unhappy hour | |
| Dirty and sweaty | |
| With just enough to get by | |
| Calluses on his hands, calluses on his soul | |
| Hardboiled son of a | |
| Scraping away on the down hill grind | |
| It' s a means to an end, a mean end for most | |
| Death and domestication ends in shattered hopes | |
| Can' t see the hand at the other end of the leash | |
| Turn and bite | |
| Turn and bite the hand that bleeds you dry | |
| Throw yourself a bone, no one else will | |
| Compromise leads to selfloathing | |
| Money the excrement of labor | |
| And you don' t get to keep t | |
| Except politics and power trips | |
| And a bad breath down your neck | |
| I know | |
| For I have toiled in the halls of the mighty | |
| And not received a teardrop in a bucket | |
| Mother it | |
| The world doesn' t owe me a thing | |
| But you do mother | |
| So crooked when you die | |
| They' re gonna have to screw your ass into the ground | |
| As life slowly unravels | |
| Rise above, extract your life | |
| Will you look within | |
| Then turn around and bite? | |
| Day by day the mask suffocates your life | |
| Is this any way to live? | |
| No | |
| No | |
| No way |