Grind Me into the Paste

I'm passing the big fans pointed at the trucks
Filled with living things in crates wishing they were ducks
Swimming in the pond a couple blocks from my house
But, me?
I have a job that I cannot do without

And so I grit my teeth for 8 hours at a time
Mom & dad said that's what you're assigned sometimes

I'll have it your way
I guess, I'll spend my better days in this shitty fucking place
Grind me into the paste

I'll have it your way
I guess, I'll spend my better days in this shitty fucking place
Grind me into the paste

I'm stacking my boxes, they're full of body parts
My alienation is off the charts
And when I get home, I'm still a worthless motherfucker
And, yeah, I blame the Bezos, the Gates, and the Zuckers

And so I grit my teeth for 8 hours at a time
I hear machines around me choppin' and I start to fantasize

I'll have it your way
I guess I'll spend my better days in this shitty fucking place
Grind me into the paste

I'll have it your way
I guess I'll spend my better days in this shitty fucking place
Grind me into the paste



Credits
Writer(s): Durk Thomas Van Der Meulen, Pim Anton Van Der Meulen, Jeroen Dammers, Henrik S Stefan Bonestroo
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