Smoke Breaks - The Bled

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