Phineas Gage

We're enslaved

Hit-men sent out to the south to increase the cash flow
Stealing the fruit of their work until all hope is gone

Where's the reward for the hours that you have sweat away?
We are trading our lives, paid in blood, one hour at a time

This is war
War against men
War is at home
Closing in!

KICK that shit in

This is war
War against men
War is at home
Closing in!

What will you do when they come for what is yours?
How long will it take for you to open your mother fucking eyes?
This ain't conspiracy, this is for real my man.

Shame!
They got you right where they want you to be.

We're enslaved.

Suckers for tragedy
Too painful to realize
You're watching your children die
One by one

Don't look back on sinking ships
Don't lose heart, stay with me

This is war
War against men
War is at home
Closing in!

What will you do when they come for what is yours?
How long will it take for you to open your mother fucking eyes?
This ain't conspiracy
This is for real my man.

Maybe it's all in my mind
But do you really think that they would really care
If you live or if you died?
You can't close your eyes

Hit-men sent out to the south to increase the cash flow
Stealing the fruit of their work one hour at a time



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Writer(s): Trailer Park Sex
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