Lamb Of God - Boot Scraper Lyrics
Watch the broken common manDrown his sorrows at unhappy hour.Dirty and sweatyWith just enough to get by.Calluses on his hands calluses on his soulHard-boiled son of a *****Scraping away on the down hill grind.It's a means to an end, a mean end for most.Death and domestication ends in shattered hopesCan'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-loathingMoney the excrement of labor.And you don't get to keep shitExcept politics and power trips and a bad breath down your neck.I knowFor I have toiled in the halls of the mightyAnd not received a teardrop in a bucket.Mother***** it.The world doesn't owe me a thingBut you do (Mother*****er).So crooked when you die they're ganna have to screw your ass into the ground.As life slowly unravelsRise above, extract your life.Will you look withinThen turn around and bite?Day by day the mask suffocates your lifeIs this any way to live?No *****ing way.
