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It's funny how it all works out Mad men in suits walking about I'd like to change your point of view someday But I feel my patience slipping away Looks like it's time to lay this burden down Stop messing around Don't want to go to the grave without a sound Give this whole place a rest Not to ride on the factory belt Not to ride on the factory belt You do all you can to just get by With poison all around It needs no disguise You can see it on faces Parcel at your door You know there ain't no chance our respect is no more Looks like it's time to lay this burden down Stop messing around Don't want to hurry to the grave in the ground From Letras Mania