frittering my life like a slave, frivolous the blood i've shed. same old story everyday...now n then....time n again
working for this company. suckin my blood i'm on the streets. wondering bout so many things...what the fuck is wrong with me.
(chorus): what i say is now what i think n now what i do is not my way.
starnge is the feeling ....that got my head turned look at the money you've so far burnt your towers stand high in the air.... wait a sec. dude its not your day
"we're not satisfied" - lets earn more "work force is a slave" - kill the whore "grind the bastards" - what if they cry..... ha..ha.. what a funny thing to say..
