Borrowed Time Lyrics - Singles - The Gc5

I'm not theirs in product or in name 

But I've got no true discretion I can speak of 

You can make your own distinctions but it's all the fucking same 

It's servitude for someone else's sake 

And I dream I'm gonna give'em the old heave ho! 

And my every thought turns to overthrow (Let's go!) 

And I strive to bite the hand that's feeding me at last 

And carry on the banner of the working class 

When I'm dead on my feet or shackled to the beat 

I'm always looking back over my shoulder 

They make me paranoid and relegate me to defeat 

A fate that fits me like an oak box 

The long hard days of dead monotony 

The foreman looking down, so paternal 

I'll curse the fucking hours cause I know they're not for me 

But for now I'll carry on on borrowed time