"Company Town (Dust In My Lungs)" lyrics
Dust in my lungs
Another day and another pay cut
Little worse pay, work better speed up
Can't say who to trust, get strung up
But the boss has spies all around
The clocks run slow, and the cops crack down
Take your breaks for a jewel in his crown
If you made a complaint it'll be your last sound
C-suite limousine backseat, cruising through the streets
Sees everything - eat, sleep, drink, drugs, gambling
One more union conspiracy
And after everything I did for you
Clothes on your back, plate has some food
Paragon of virtue, I'm the community glue
Where's my "thank you"?
That's what families do
Dust in my lungs
Another day and another pay cut
Little worse pay, work better speed up
Can't say who to trust, get strung up
But the boss has spies all around
The clocks run slow, and the cops crack down
Take your breaks for a jewel in his crown
If you made a complaint it'll be your last sound
Dust in my lungs
Dust in my lungs
Dust in my lungs
Dust in my lungs
Just as Push is steeling himself to step into the street in hopes of claiming an enormous cash insurance settlement, a flyer, swept up in a moon breeze, strikes him in the face. Peeling it off, Push is struck by the advertisement printed thereon, feeling his ship has finally come in. It reads: "Get rich and harness your inner potential".
Another day and another pay cut
Little worse pay, work better speed up
Can't say who to trust, get strung up
But the boss has spies all around
The clocks run slow, and the cops crack down
Take your breaks for a jewel in his crown
If you made a complaint it'll be your last sound
C-suite limousine backseat, cruising through the streets
Sees everything - eat, sleep, drink, drugs, gambling
One more union conspiracy
And after everything I did for you
Clothes on your back, plate has some food
Paragon of virtue, I'm the community glue
Where's my "thank you"?
That's what families do
Dust in my lungs
Another day and another pay cut
Little worse pay, work better speed up
Can't say who to trust, get strung up
But the boss has spies all around
The clocks run slow, and the cops crack down
Take your breaks for a jewel in his crown
If you made a complaint it'll be your last sound
Dust in my lungs
Dust in my lungs
Dust in my lungs
Dust in my lungs
Just as Push is steeling himself to step into the street in hopes of claiming an enormous cash insurance settlement, a flyer, swept up in a moon breeze, strikes him in the face. Peeling it off, Push is struck by the advertisement printed thereon, feeling his ship has finally come in. It reads: "Get rich and harness your inner potential".
