Super Powers Enable Me to Blend In With Machinery - Dillinger Four

It’s all wrinkled elbow shirts and poker faces on this bus

Back to a niche dug just like a ditch in this city’s weathered crust

But there’s something about this city’s gray

That seems to say all there is to say

Riddled with regiment, vindictive intent

Faking loyalty and getting paid

Fuck them all

Fuck them all

Fuck them all

Fuck them all

She keeps the variety section and then gives the rest to me

She says she remembers when buses were nicer

«There's no dignity in plastic seats»

But there’s something about the way she said

«The only good boss is one that’s dead»

These broad shoulders giggled all over the bus

And work ethics crumbled into «them and us»

Fuck them all

Fuck them all

Fuck them all

Fuck them all

And all these specters of the workplace

Turned from effigy into reality

And yeah I wish it was that simple

To think a belly laugh is really all we need

But it’s the slow decay of the day to day

That says take your paycheck, accept your place and fade away

But there was dignity in plastic seats that day