Even Slaves Will Be Swimming In The Blood Of The Iron Fist Lyrics

Even Slaves Will Be Swimming In The Blood Of The Iron Fist lyrics

I've come to realize there will be 9 to 5s for the rest of our lives, and that
you'd expect us to believe it doesn't get any better than this. Well, it does.
Maybe not for the ones in the warehouses and the cubicles who gave up, but for
the ones who can look at you and tell you're no better than a fucking pig
handing out raffic violations. We'll spend that forty hours working under that
clipboad, under that seasonal review that somehow decides what we eat for
dinner, where we live, and how we get to these nightmare conveyor belts. Don't
shake our hands. This isn't family, and I'd spit in your face if there weren't
bills to pay. Keep searching. Keep fucking searching. For our appreciation, for
our respect, for our never ending devotion. And sooner or later you'll realize
what we've known for years. We don't owe you shit. We are not you fucking
friends. Not now, not fucking ever.