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For the Workforce, Drowning
Lyricist:Robert Iii Keeley, Timothy Charles Payne, Steven Pedulla, Geoffrey Rickley, Thomas Rule
Falling from the top floor your lungs, fill like parachutes Windows go rushing by People inside, dressed for the funeral in black and white These ties strangle our necks, hanging in the closet Trapped in the cubicle without a name, just numbers On the resume stored in the mainframe, marked for delete
Please take these hands, throw them in the river Wash away the things they never held Please take these hands, throw me in the river Don't let me drown before the workday ends
9 to 5 9 to 5
And we're up to our necks, drowning in the seconds Ingesting the morning commute lost in a dead subway sleep We lie wide awake in our parent's beds, tossing and turning Tomorrow we'll get up drive to work Single file with everyday it's like the last Waiting for the life to start, is it always just always ahead of the curve?
Please take these hands, throw them in the river Wash away the things they never held Please take these hands, throw me in the river Don't let me drown before the workday ends
Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Just keep making copies, of copies, of copies When will it end?
It'll never end, 'til it gets so bad That the ink fills in our fingerprints And the silhouette of your own face Becomes the black cloud of war
And even in our dreams we're so afraid The weight will offset who we are All those breaths that you took Have now been canceled in your lungs
Last night my teeth fell out Like ivory typewriter keys And all the monuments and skyscrapers Burned down and filled the sea
Save our ship, the anchor is part of the desk We can't cut free, the water is flooding the decks The memos sent through the currents, computers spark like flares I can see them, they don't touch me, touch me
Please someone Teach me how to swim Please, don't let me drown Please, don't let me drown
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