Smoke Breaks

Slave away, for the price of your youth you can earn yourself a dying wage
You're worth your weight in the sweat that you spill for the good of the company
At the end of the night counting on your smokebreaks
You seem to move a lot of product but the product doesn't move anyone
And that's the honest to god damned truth
Did you answer the call when it came or did you call it a day?

Like my father, he buried his passion
Sacrificed the twelve-bar blues to take on the real world
At dawn I awoke to go back to the clockwork
Where I sing my songs to whoever will listen
A glimpse of the good life beyond 9 to 5
To the has-beens, the no ones, civilians and children
On the company dime, burning all your smokebreaks
You seem to move a lot of product but the product doesn't move...

Trudge on, workhorse
God help you all you're just getting by
You run like a river without a prize in your sights
Bleed on. Bleed on. Bleed yourself dry..

This road is my bride
She will wreck your life
It's for me to decide
How you'll wreck your life
Cut the Queen, just try
She will wreck your life
It's for me to decide
How you'll wreck your life
Cut the Queen, just try
She will wreck your life
It's my life to wreck in my own way