Tanker

Wake up each morning, same shit just different day
Trying to make a difference, in some kind of way
You long for a saviour, some kind of release
Barely existing, living, down on your knees

So you need distraction from the 9-5
Half drunk to death just to feel alive
Get down the front, fucking join us, Son
Grab a one way ticket to Oblivion

Scratching and clawing, trying to get out of your cage
Why won't you fuckin listen, to what I gotta say
You've lost sense, you've lost feeling
Come give your life new meaning!

So you need distraction from the 9-5
Half drunk to death just to feel alive
Get down the front, fucking join us son
Grab a one way ticket to Oblivion

Your ignorance is no fucking excuse
I'm trying to educate you but it's no fucking use
Let Oblivion in? It's your time to choose...

So you need distraction from the 9-5
Half drunk to death just to feel alive
Get down the front, fucking join us, Son
Grab a one way ticket to Oblivion



Credits
Writer(s): Arms Oblivion
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