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