Boot Scraper

Watch the broken common man Drown his sorrows at unhappy hour Dirty and sweaty With just enough to get by Calluses on his hands, calluses on his soul Hard-boiled son of a bitch Scraping away on the down hill grind It's a means to an end, a mean end for most Death and domestication ends in shattered hopes Can't see the hand at the other end of the leash Turn and bite Turn and bite the hand that bleeds you dry Throw yourself a bone, no one else will Compromise leads to self-loathing Money the excrement of labor And you don't get to keep shit Except politics and power trips And a bad breath down your neck I know For I have toiled in the halls of the mighty And not received a teardrop in a bucket Motherfuck it The world doesn't owe me a thing But you do (motherfucker) So crooked when you die They're gonna have to screw your ass into the ground As life slowly unravels Rise above, extract your life Will you look within Then turn around and bite? Day by day the mask suffocates your life Is this any way to live? No No No fucking way