Текст песни The GC5 - Borrowed Time
The GC5 - Borrowed Time слова песни
I`m not theirs in product or in nameBut I`ve got no true discretion I can speak ofYou can make your own distinctions but it`s all the fucking sameIt`s servitude for someone else`s sakeAnd 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 lastAnd carry on the banner of the working classWhen I`m dead on my feet or shackled to the beatI`m always looking back over my shoulderThey make me paranoid and relegate me to defeatA fate that fits me like an oak boxThe long hard days of dead monotonyThe foreman looking down, so paternalI`ll curse the fucking hours cause I know they`re not for meBut for now I`ll carry on on borrowed time