Wage Slave

Work it leaves me
Good for nothing
When I get home
Just can't function
When I get home
Knackered, filthy
The earth's already halfway claimed me

I'm too tired to wash
I'm too tired to talk
I'm too tired to wash, too old
And no amount of soap could clean my soul

Dried-up
Worn out
Work put
The fire out
Dried-up
Worn out
Work sucked
The life out

My thumping head
My yearning heart
My aching bones
My dying art
My thumping head
My yearning heart
My aching bones
My dying art

Feel it building
Up inside me
All the poison
Suck it away
Feel so fragile
Cracked and brittle
Just don't touch me
I'd just snap or crumble

See the hourglass
See her swaying past
Every day I look, I see
That there's less and less of me

Dried-up
Worn out
Work put
The fire out
Dried-up
Worn out
Work sucked
The life out

My thumping head
My yearning heart
My aching bones
My dying art
My thumping head
My yearning heart
My aching bones
My dying art

My yearning heart
My dying art



Credits
Writer(s): Ewan Colin Mcghee
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