It's been years since I sold my soul
What a life no advice and no guidance
Worked through the weekend at my bullshit job
With the pumps and the mops and the tire irons
Now us slaves break bread and go to work
And these pigs will tread on our backs
Every bastard to pass through the grinder
Can just laugh at the mania of his own nerves
I had to go to class but just drove on
through the rain and fog up Route Six past the mall
Drank through paychecks, they don't last so long
But Monday we're on. Please, Monday, come
Now us slaves break bread and go to work
And these pigs will tread on our backs
Every bastard to pass through the grinder
can just laugh at the mania of his own nerves
And embossed in the gold top half of his nickel-plated watch
Let's die while we're young
While we're still young
While us slaves break bread and go to work
Where sick pigs will shit down our backs
Every bastard to pass through the grinder
Our resolve is a reminder we are guts and bone
And attached to the three ring binder
Reminders of our old pact
Let's die while we're young
But now we're too old for that
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