Dillinger Four Super Powers Enable Me To Blend In With Machinery Lyrics

Super Powers Enable Me To Blend In With Machinery Lyrics

It's all wrinkled elbow shirts and poker faces on this bus



Back to a nitch dug just like a ditch in this city's weathered crust



But there's something about this city's grey



That seems to say all there is to say



Riddled with regiment, vindictive intent



Faking loyalty and getting paid



Fuck them all.



She keeps the variety section and gives the rest to me



She says she remembers when buses were nicer



"There's no dignity in plastic seats"



But there's something about the way she said



"The only good boss is one that's dead"



There broad shoulders giggled all over the bus 



And work ethics crumbled into "them and us"



Fuck them all.



And all the specters of the work place



Turned from effigy back to reality



And yeach I wish it was that simple



To think a belly laugh is really all we need



But it's the slow decay of the day to day



That says take your pay check, accept your place



And face away



But there was dignity in plastic seats that day.