Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Commerce, artist - Primitive Man. Album song Caustic, in the genre Date of issue: 05.10.2017
Record label: Relapse
Song language: English
Commerce |
| Cold |
| Shackled to |
| The bottom |
| Of the bottle |
| Of the socio economic slavery |
| That rules |
| And runs my life |
| Combust |
| Let smoke fill my lungs |
| Taught lies |
| Work to ruin |
| Infected with poverty |
| Left in the gutter |
| Over worked |
| Under paid |
| From a system meant to fail us |
| Nothing left |
| But to hang our hopes out to try |
| Hell comes home |
| From the time clock to the death bed |
| When death grips your hands |
| And kisses them goodbye |
| Remember |
| None of your work days mattered |
| A lifetime spent tonguing |
| The asshole of all your superiors |
| Nothing is real |
| But the inevitability of your cold fucking death |
| And your heart being ripped from your chest |
| Placed into the cavity of another worker bee |
| Another fucking wage slave |
| Paycheck to paycheck |
| Your essence is dead but slavery is forever |