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 classThe GC5 - Borrowed Time - http://motolyrics.com/the-gc5/borrowed-time-lyrics.html
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