Lamb Of God - Boot Scraper lyrics

Album: As The Palaces Burn (2003)

Watch The Broken Common Man
Drown His Sorrows at Unhappy Hour.
Dirty & 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 downhill Grind
It is a means to an end, a mean end for most.
Death & domestication ends in shattered hopes
Can´t see the hand at the other end of the leash.
Turn & Bite.
Turn & bite the hand that bleeds you dry.
Throw Yourself a bone, or no one else will.
Compromise Leads to self-loathing
Money the excrement of labor
And you do not get to keep shit.
Except politics & power trips & a bad breath down you neck.
I know
For I´ve toiled in the halls of the mighty
And not recieved a teardrop in a bucket.
Motherf*ck it.
The world doesn´t owe me a thing
But you do (motherf*cker).
So crooked when you die they are going to have to screw your ass into the ground
As life slowly unravels
With nothing to show but your wasted time & dust
A thousand points of lies falling on the deafened funeral eardrums of the blind masses.
Rise above, extract your life.
Will you look within
Then turn around & bite?
Day by day the mask suffocates your life
Is this any way to live?
No f*cking way.

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