Underpaid Machinery

Form a line

Leave any baggage behind on the front step

Leave it on the outside

Along with any excess weight you find inside

No time to specify the kind of life that you'd expect to be supplied

So let it die

Better leave it dying right where it lies

They've all forgotten down on the front and centre lines

In the trenches we all fight to fortify

Keep someone else's vision from taking the short dramatic dives

So suck it up

Bare the buck

And fucking row

To them you're nothing more

More than underpaid machinery

You're flesh and bone, but too afraid to speak

Flail in the deep end

Hope and pray that you can deliver the boat load

Keeping you submerged until you choke

Sink or swim while spinning china plates

Oh fuck the rates

And fuck whatever you were promised right out of the gate

They say that kids complain well they're playing the blame game

Compare themselves to slaves while centre stage

They bravely coat the boat with tears and

Sweat for years with broken hearted varnish

Now tarnish the tow

Make those motherfuckers know

Make 'em know you're more

More than underpaid machinery

You're flesh and bone and too afraid to speak

You're more than what they've led to you to believe

So why would you stay here?

Why would we stay?

Why would I stay?

We're more than underpaid machinery

We're flesh and bone and too afraid to speak

You're more than what they've led to you to believe

So why would you stay to work another day?

Make those motherfuckers know

Make those motherfuckers know