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