Well it's funny how it all works out
Mad men in suits walking about
I'd like to change their point of view someday
But I feel my patience slipping away

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Looks like it's time to lay this burden down
Stop messing around
Don't want to go to the grave without a sound
Give the soul a place to rest
Not to ride on the factory belt
Not to ride on a factory belt

Well you do what you can to just get by
With poison all around
It needs no disguise
You can see it on faces
From barstools to the door
With no equal chance our respect is no more

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Well it's funny how it all works out
Mad men in suits are walking about

Well I've heard it said
That after seven years of factory belt
It gets in your head

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