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

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
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