Borrowed Time Lyrics

I'm not theirs in product or in name

But I've got no true discretion I can speak of

You can make your own distinctions but it's all the fucking same

It's servitude for someone else's sake

And I dream I'm gonna give'em the old heave ho!

And my every thought turns to overthrow (Let's go!)

And I strive to bite the hand that's feeding me at last

And carry on the banner of the working class
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When I'm dead on my feet or shackled to the beat

I'm always looking back over my shoulder

They make me paranoid and relegate me to defeat

A fate that fits me like an oak box

The long hard days of dead monotony

The foreman looking down, so paternal

I'll curse the fucking hours cause I know they're not for me

But for now I'll carry on on borrowed time