Lamb of God - Boot Scraper Lyrics

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Watch The Broken Common Man
Drown His Sorrows at Unhappy Hour.
Dirty and Sweaty
With Just Enough to Get By.
Calluses on his hands, calluses on his soul
Hard-Boiled son of a bitch
Scraping away on the downhill Grind
It's a means to an end, a mean end for most.
Death and domestication ends in shattered hopes
Can't see the hand at the other end of the leash.
Turn and Bite.
Turn and bite the hand that bleeds you dry.
Throw Yourself a bone, or no one else will.
Compromise Leads to self-loathing
Money the excrement of labor
And you don't get to keep shit.
Except politics and power trips and a bad breath down you neck.
I know
For I have toiled in the halls of the mighty
And not recieved a teardrop in a bucket.
Motherfuck it. 
The world doesn't owe me a thing 
But you do (motherfucker).
So crooked when you die they're gonna have to screw your ass into the ground
As life slowly unravels 
With nothing to show but your wasted time and dust
A thousand points of lies falling on the deafened funeral eardrums of the blind masses.
Rise above, extract your life.
Will you look within
Then turn around and bite?
Day by day the mask suffocates your life
Is this any way to live?
No fucking way.

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lyrics submitted by Andy J