Eat work shit sleep, got nothing left. Distracted, exhaustion, infestation, indifference. While ignorance thrives, mere survival, got nothing left, got nothing left. Numb, day in day out silent submission. Punch in punch out, got no choice, soul to seek, nothing left, nothing, left. Prisoner by default, waive my freedoms, give my all. Future lost, don't really care. Waiting for what'll never come. Punch in punch out.
It's a shame that in 1980 my parents decided to move interstate, otherwise I might still be living in Adelaide and Meth Leppard would be my home town heroes. This band rips. xTöDx