It's funny how it all works outMad men in suits walking
aboutI'd like to change your point of view somedayBut I
feel my patience slipping awayLooks like it's time to lay
this burden downStop messing aroundDon't want to go to the
grave without a soundGive this whole place a restNot to ride on
the factory beltNot to ride on the factory beltYou do all you
can to just get byWith poison all aroundIt needs no disguiseYou
can see it on facesParcel at your doorYou know there ain't
no chance our respect is no moreLooks like it's time to lay
this burden downStop messing aroundDon't want to hurry to
the grave in the ground