Three Of Clubs

I'VE NEVER BEEN THAT PLAGUED BY SO MUCH DOUBT

AND WITH EACH PASSING DAY IT SINKS DEEPER IN MY GUTS

LIKE A POISONED BLADE I CAN'T PULL OUT

I'M A FRAUD, I'M FASHIONED TO OBEY

IN THE SAME SUIT AND TIE THAT THEY PUT YOU IN THE GROUND

I SELL ALL MY TIME BUT WHAT FOR

THE SIMPLEST ACT OF BREATHING IS COMPROMISED

BY THE TOXIC IMPRINT OF YOUR DAILY GRIND

HOW FAR CAN YOU PUSH YOUR THUMBS UP INTO YOUR EYES

BRACE YOURSELF FOR WHAT'S TO COME

(YOUR PRECIOUS YEARS TRADED FOR A WAGE)

WASTE 'EM ALL FOR GOOD

THE STANDARD IS WAY UP ABOVE OUR HEADS

STILL THEY FEED US PILLS SO WE KEEP THE PACE

HOW HARD SHOULD YOU FLOG A DEAD HORSE

BEFORE IT RIPS APART, FALL TO PIECES