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