Original lyrics
ENSick to death of scraping by a life
Give everyone three squares
The basic necessities
With all this corrupt policy
We might as well be paying to breathe
Debt from the treatment
Of a sprain from a sinkhole
The aldehyde smell of cash rubbed in every wrinkle
A mint of remedies
A hoard of expenses
Ripped from the headlines
Class traitor defenses
Our skin and bones, our limbs in clothes
Loose nails across our feet
Clever animals determined to find peace
God tells me that I wasn't worth the meat
Sick to death of scraping by a life
The aldehyde smell of cash rubbed in every wrinkle
Debt from the treatment
Of a sprain from a sinkhole
The aldehyde smell of cash rubbed in every wrinkle
Sick to death of scraping by a life
