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