Boot Scraper

Watch the broken com mon
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 bitch
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 shit
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
Motherfuck it
The world doesn't owe me a thing
But you do
(Motherfucker)
The world doesn't owe me a thing
But you do
Mother fucker
So crooked when you die
They're gonna have to screw your ass 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

Urghhhhohh

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
No
No fucking way