Super Powers Enable Me to Blend in With Machinery 歌词

It's all wrinkled elbow shirts and poker faces on this bus Back to a nitch dug just like a ditch in this city's weathered crust but there's something about this city's gray that seems to say all there is to say Riddled with regiment, vindictive intent Faking loyalty and getting paid Fuck them all She keeps the variety section and then gives the rest to me She says she remembers when buses were nicer "There's no dignity in plastic seats" But there's something about the way she said "The only good boss is one that's dead" These broad shoulders giggled all over the bus And work ethics crumbled into "them and us" Fuck them all And all these specters of the work place Turned from effigy into reality And yeah I wish it was that simple To think a belly laugh is really all we need But it's the slow decay of the day to day That says take your pay check, accept your place and fade away but there was dignity in plastic seats that day