headfirst with a wrecking ball,
our lifeless bodies lonely remains left lying on the
floor. sweet. stolen time,
asking for more benefits. they know the weakness the
only means on which the working class can ride,
our pride wasted time and dead stares bleeding ears
pressed to the railroad tracks these speakers scream
attack attack attack rendered useless while the bosses
drive the nine to five express through our lives.
straight through our lives.
still trading our minutes for money we could only take
pictures through windows. for mere pennies on the dollar
trading lives for pocket change sit back fill out the
punch-card tell your kids to do the same.