Lamb of God › Lyrics › Boot Scraper

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 b****
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 s***
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, m***********
The world doesn't owe me a thing
But you do, m***********

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 f****** way