Boot Scraper Lyrics - As The Palaces Burn - Lamb Of God

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 down hill 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, 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 your neck 

I know for I have toiled in the halls of the mighty 

And not received a teardrop in a bucket 

Motherfuck it 

The world doesn't owe me a thing 

But you do, motherfucker 

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