Blue collar blues
Burning the candle at both ends
Lately
If i keep going on like this
It might kill me
It can’t possibly get more blue collar
I wasn’t cut out for this
But whatever
Cleaning toilets
Washing bathtubs
Cleaning up your cum rags
And god knows what else
You won’t break me
You can’t
I give you the finger
(Constantly)
And laugh behind your back
(Hilarious!)
I’ll do your laundry
I’ll lick your boots
If that’s what you want from me
Really?
That’s what i thought
You cheap bastards
I’d give more
If i had more to give
But i’m all tapped out
I’m not a machine
Or am i?