Letras
Waiting on the sidelines
Begging for more
Break your back, just to be poor
Call on me, get your fix
Pushed away
It makes me sick
Rely on me, break my spirit
We know the truth
You'll take the hit
Ignored intuition, there's no fucking incentive
Give it all away, you gave what's expected
Call on me, get your fix
Pushed away
It makes me sick
Rely on me, break my spirit
We know the truth
You'll take the hit
Call on me, get your fix
Pushed away
It makes me sick
You took our pride
You broke our spirit
There's hate inside
We're the working class rejects
Fucking rejects
You took our pride
You broke our spirit
There's hate inside
We're the working class rejects