LABOUR OF HATE
{intro]
I found myself on this bus again
Fighting for space, a seat for rent
The rain is falling down with shame
We trapped ourselves in this heat of Caine
Why should I be here
Greeting these unsmiling faces
Should I even care?
For the measly sum that I get
Marking my steps upon these stairs
Punching this clock with tenderness
I’m in a room where no sun will shine
I hear their voices,
still I don’t understand.
Why should I be here
Greeting these unsmiling faces
Should I even care?
For the measly sum that I get
{solo}
Promises made, promises gone
The poor is still under the strong
Their word is right, my word is wrong
Still the world will run this way, till I’m gone
Why should I be here
Greeting these unsmiling faces
Should I even care?
For the measly sum that I get
{solo}
Still I’m here all day long
Slave of wage, I’m one
Still I’m here all day long
Slave of wage till I’m gone
1993 – Carburetor Dung