It's funny how it all works out

Mad men in suits walking about

I'd like to change your point of view someday

But I feel my patience slipping away



Looks like it's time to lay this burden down

Stop messing around

Don't want to go to the grave without a sound

Give this whole place a rest

Not to ride on the factory belt

Not to ride on the factory belt



You do all you can to just get by

With poison all around

It needs no disguise

You can see it on faces

Parcel at your door

You know there ain't no chance our respect is no more



Looks like it's time to lay this burden down

Stop messing around

Don't want to hurry to the grave in the ground