Call It A Day

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



Credits
Writer(s): Jon Strader, Mike Ciprari, Mike Przygoda, Tom Ciesluk, Tom Rheault
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