Вступление
If you find yourself standin'
At the end of the line
Looking for a piece of something
Maybe a piece of mind
Got all lost and run down
Nowhere to hold on
Tired of "Take your place at the end, son!"
Get to you one by one
No light ever shines
Dead end tears that dry
Maybe a waste of words in time
Never a waste of life
Every hour will be spent
Just fillin' a quota, getting along
Handcuffs hurt worse
When you've done nothing wrong
No thanks to the treadmill
No thanks to the grindstone
There's plenty of dissent from
These rungs below
Clockwork of destruction
Hangin' low over our heads
Always a smokestack cloud
Or a slow walkin' death
No light ever shines
Dead end tears that dry
Maybe a waste of words in time
Never a waste of life
Maybe a waste of words in time
Never a waste of life