Company Town (Dust in My Lungs) - Pusher

Dust in my lungs\nAnother day and another pay cut\nLittle worse pay, work better speed up\nCan’t say who to trust, get strung up\nBut the boss has spies all around\nThe clocks run slow, and the cops crack down\nTake your breaks for a jewel in his crown\nIf you made a complaint it’ll be your last sound\nC-suite limousine backseat, cruising through the streets\nSees everything — eat, sleep, drink, drugs, gambling\nOne more union conspiracy\nAnd after everything I did for you\nClothes on your back, plate has some food\nParagon of virtue, I’m the community glue\nWhere’s my «thank you»?\nThat’s what families do\nDust in my lungs\nAnother day and another pay cut\nLittle worse pay, work better speed up\nCan’t say who to trust, get strung up\nBut the boss has spies all around\nThe clocks run slow, and the cops crack down\nTake your breaks for a jewel in his crown\nIf you made a complaint it’ll be your last sound\nDust in my lungs\nDust in my lungs\nDust in my lungs\nDust in my lungs\nJust as Push is steeling himself to step into the street in hopes of claiming\nan enormous cash insurance settlement, a flyer, swept up in a moon breeze,\nstrikes him in the face. Peeling it off, Push is struck by the advertisement\nprinted thereon, feeling his ship has finally come in. It reads: «Get rich and harness your inner potential».