Lyrics
(Jian on lead)
Color balloons, an appreciative handshake,
if that counts as severance then don't waste your breath.
We gave our times to a company planning our death.
Well, it's a new challenge my family hasn't yet met.
I've sat at this desk and tried to be honest,
22 years with these men on the line.
Record? s? set profits, then how's this a sign of the times?
(Jian and Mike)
I won't tell my wife, I will work it out,
things will be fine.
(Jian)
It's the message we
(Jian, Mike and Dave)
send.
(Jian)
Our relevance
(Jian, Mike and Dave)
pays.
(Jian)
It's not the end...
of these working man's days.
(Jian)
Make up your mind and make me a statistic.
Make a production machine? had it debt?
Cast the man out, too, now, making a living regret.
(Jian and Mike)
Well, some build their fortunes on others who
build what they get.
(Jian)
It's the message we
(Jian, Mike and Dave)
send.
(Jian)
Our relevance
(Jian, Mike and Dave)
pays.
(Jian)
It's not the end...
of these working man's days.
(All)
I picture myself
with all of your freedom to choose.
yeah...
Do you picture yourself?
with all of your wealth you can use.
(Jian)
Step into my shoes...
bastard.
(guitar and keyboard solo)
(Jian)
Don't hold your breath,
but don't hold out your hand.
Hold your head up and be brave to a man.
Some day they'll lose something worse
and then they'll understand.
(Jian and Mike)
For now we just pick up our things
and find work where we can.