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 %#@!
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.
$#&@ it.

The world doesn't owe me a thing
But you do (Mother$#&@er).
So crooked when you die they're gonna have to screw your $$# into the ground.

As life slowly unravels
With nothing to show but wasted time and dust
A thousand points of lies falling

On the deafened funeral eardrums of the blind masses.
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 $#&@ing way.