When you've done nothing wrong
The clockwork of destruction
Maybe a waste of words and time
Filling a quota, just getting along
The clockwork of destruction
Maybe a piece of mind
There's plenty of dissent from
No light ever shines
No light ever shines
We'll get to you one by one
Dead end tears that dry
Or a slow-walking death
Every hour will be spent
Maybe a waste of words and time
These rungs below
Or a slow-walking death
Never a waste of life
No light ever shines
There's plenty of dissent from
Maybe a waste of words and time
Always a smokestack cloud
Hanging low over our heads
Tired of, take your place at the end son
Handcuffs hurt worse
Dead end tears that dry
Maybe a waste of words and time
Nowhere to hold on
These rungs below
Always a smokestack cloud
Never a waste of life
No thanks to the treadmill
Looking for a piece of something
No thanks to the grindstone
No thanks to the grindstone
Never a waste of life
No thanks to the treadmill
Dead end tears that dry
Fed up, lost, and run down
Hanging low over our heads
