| Watch the broken common man
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| Drown his sorrows at unhappy hour
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| Dirty and sweaty
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| With just enough to get by
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| Calluses on his hands, calluses on his soul
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| Hard-boiled son of a bitch
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| Scraping away on the down hill grind
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| It’s a means to an end, a mean end for most
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| Death and domestication and shattered hopes
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| Can’t see the hand at the other end of the leash
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| Turn and bite
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| Turn and bite the hand that bleeds you dry
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| Throw yourself a bone, no one else will
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| Compromise leads to self-loathing
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| Money the excrement of labor
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| And you don’t get to keep shit
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| Except politics and power trips
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| And a bad breath down your neck
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| I know
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| For I have toiled in the halls of the mighty
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| And not received a teardrop in a bucket
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| Motherfuck it
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| The world doesn’t owe me a thing
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| But you do motherfucker
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| So crooked when you die
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| They’re gonna have to screw your ass into the ground
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| As life slowly unravels with nothing to show
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| But wasted time and dust
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| A thousand points of lies falling
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| On the deafened funeral ear drums of the blind masses
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| Rise above, extract your life
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| Will you look within
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| Then turn around and bite?
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| Day by day the mask suffocates your life
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| Is this any way to live?
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| No
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| No
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| No fucking way |