Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Max Campbell
Guitar
Ed Anderson
Bass
Matt Burgess
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Max Campbell
Songwriter
Ed Anderson
Songwriter
Matt Burgess
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Talon Payne
Producer
Gallow Wood Media
Producer
Lyrics
Friends say I'm so naive
Wouldn't know hard work from a kick in the teeth
I don't know if they see what I see
Broken bodies keeping bodies for company
Limp to work and limp back home
Aching backs and mindless drones
Speaking in monotone
Sleep off the day while we're grinding our teeth
You got nothing to lose but your chains
Chomp at the bit while they pull on your reins
You got nothing to lose but your chains
Take off the blinkers and watch their eyes dilate
Despite it all I'm an optimist
Blame the cynic not the nihilist
I make the best of everything
The best just ain't that good
Old white men say I'm the problem
I don't check my bank that often
They sink right to the bottom
And I am not that bothered
You got nothing to lose but your chains
Chomp at the bit while they pull on your reins
You got nothing to lose but your chains
Take off the blinkers and watch their eyes dilate
The most idle man on the payroll
Last in
First out
Last in
The most patient man on the A road
No rush
No stress
Last in
The most idle man on the payroll
The most patient man on the A road
The most idle man on the payroll
The most patient man on the A road
You got nothing to lose but your chains
Chomp at the bit while they pull on your reins
You got nothing to lose but your chains
Take off the blinkers and watch their eyes dilate
Written by: Ed Anderson, Matt Burgess, Max Campbell

