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Petty Wage Lyrics
I've said and once too often some things
I’d never say again
in streams of thoughts unbroken I fish for
a few good men
sundays and holidays and twelve hours straight
no pay for bloody hands and believe me they pay
a petty wage my poor self pity speaks with sobbing
mumbled words strewn with the awful taste of bad
cowardly prose
I’d take some time to get my posture set straight if
I had the chance I’d break and subdue the scheming
hands of fate, wrap up your limp red mass of knuckles
and fingertips it's fighting time and time to
battle with your wrists
time to spit back when you're spit upon
when you're left for head
time to hit the road when the road you're on had
run out of tricks
I don't want your Sundays & holidays of twelve hours straight
no pay for bloody hands
no I don't want your fucking petty wage
I’d never say again
in streams of thoughts unbroken I fish for
a few good men
sundays and holidays and twelve hours straight
no pay for bloody hands and believe me they pay
a petty wage my poor self pity speaks with sobbing
mumbled words strewn with the awful taste of bad
cowardly prose
I’d take some time to get my posture set straight if
I had the chance I’d break and subdue the scheming
hands of fate, wrap up your limp red mass of knuckles
and fingertips it's fighting time and time to
battle with your wrists
time to spit back when you're spit upon
when you're left for head
time to hit the road when the road you're on had
run out of tricks
I don't want your Sundays & holidays of twelve hours straight
no pay for bloody hands
no I don't want your fucking petty wage
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Submitted by
black_cow_of_death On Jan 04, 2002
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