Eight Lyrics

You've got mutual aid, yeah where it suits you to the ground, oh it's such a heart warming display. I didn't punch my card and now I'm told to stay at home, I'm sure we've worked this shift before. So is that it? do we resign and walk right by? And claim we both were forced to quit? I'm sure we arrived with good intentions, and now we wear the mask that fits. I built my own machine, designed upon your methods, I oiled it up and burned it out. It's been working on and off for many years now, I even took you for a spin. But you know this machine won't drive on just three wheels, it would just crumble under weight, you know just as well as I do, but we'll drive on at any rate. Justify your actions on a page to feel something. Contemplate your superior practice, you feel numb.