Work Ethic letra

one last breath then the heart stops. see i die monday mornings around six o'clock. suffocated with neckties and stuffy office "good mornings" bury me with my briefcase at my side. where is the quality of life we were promised? time spent with nothing to show. calling in sick days just to feel healthy. to prove to myself that i still can. the suit, the work, the tie, the job. it owns you.
daddy taught me his work ethic. be up at sunrise to bask in sunny traffic. learned the game away at school. spit at the ones who did it naturally. buy, sell. supply, demand. tick, fuckin' tock. soft talk around the watercooler only distracts me from the thought that i should just run. but come monday morning i know i done best not try a running.

Kill The Man Who Questions - Letras

• A General Lack of Integrity
• A Study In Etilism
• And You Say You Own It?
• Because I'd Probably Fucking Wet Myself
• Census
• Coatrack
• Coming Out In Hardcore
• Dose
• Employee of The Month
• Expiration
• Good Cop, Bad Cop
• Hellfire, Brimstone and Champion Sweatshirts
• Humanitarian Intervention
• I Apologize For My Hunger
• Lips Sewn Shut
• No Excuse
• Pigeon English
• Preaching To The Converted
• Senior Potrait
• Sugar Industry
• There Will Be No Amnesty
• Where's The Alternative?
• White Face
• Work Ethic
• You Say It's Your Birthday
• Your Backlash Against a PC Hysteria Is a Fucking Joke