Blood on the pedals, blood on the grips
Steel leveled, chest level smear
My lips let them slip into a
Smile because now after
awhile it`s all we`re seen to do.
`Cause the business is as business does
Trash is trash until it`s sealed from above
and left on to the corner of your mind to disappear.
Lockdown the remains.
Machine works best when the machine`s not shy,
Trash is trash but trash from cash must divide.
Body bent body doubled, dismissed by time
A 5 to 9 will serve the 9 to 5.
Lockdown the remains.
Back to:
FUGAZI lyrics