Lamb Of God - Bootscraper

Bootscraper

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 hi will grind.
Its a means to an end, a mean end for most.
Death and domestication ends in shattered hopes
can not 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 dont 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 doesnt owe me a thing
But you do (Motherfucker).
So crooked when you die
theyre gonna have to screw your ass into the ground.
As life slowly unravels
Rise above, extract your life.
Wi will you look within
Then turn around and bite?
Day by day the mask suffocates your life
Is this any way to live?
No fucking way.