"Boot Scraper" lyrics

Watch the broken common man drown
His sorrows at unhappy hour
Dirty and sweaty with just
Enough to get by
Calluses on his hands, calluses on his soul
Hard-boiled son of a bitch
Scraping away on the
Down hill grind

That's a means to an end, a mean end for most
Death and domestications and shattered hopes
Can't see the hand at the other end of the leash
Turn and bite
Turn and bite the hand that bleeds you dry
Throw yourself a bone, no one else will
Compromise leads to self-loathing
Money, the excrement of labor

And you don't get to keep shit
Except politics and power trips
And a bad breath down your neck
I know for I have
Toiled in the halls of the mighty
And not received
A teardrop in…

A bucket, motherfuck it
The world doesn't owe me a thing
But you do motherfucker
The world doesn't owe me a thing
But you do
Motherfucker

So crooked when you die
They're gonna have to screw your ass into the ground

As life slowly unravels
With nothing to show but wasted time and dust
A thousand points of lies falling
On the deafened funeral, ear drums of the blind masses

Rise above, extract your life
Will you look within, then turn around and bite?
Day by day the mask suffocates your life
Is this any way to live? No, no, no fucking way