SOMETHING ELSE, SOMETHING ROTTEN Lyrics

If you fail the attempt at least you tried, because to live a lie is to die a thousand times
Don’t live to work you should work to live, there’s only so much you can give
A man who loves his work will never toil a day in his life
A man who lives to work will drive himself in to the ground

Don’t sit and eat their lies again
They may try to rule our lives, we won't submit or compromise
Stay true to you for all you know, it's nothing but a means of control

We have our work cut out for us, just service with a smile and never make a fuss
Who will stand up for what is right? Did our forefathers go down without a fight?!
The devil makes work for idle hands, there are none more idle than those who make demands
Just honest work for honest pay, not working every waking hour until our dying day

No matter what we won’t give in
They may try to rule our lives, we won't submit or compromise
Stay true to you for all you know, it's nothing but a means of control
Control

You’ll work your fingers to the bone. Jam your face down on the grindstone
It’s all your life is worth

When at last the working day is done and you stop to claim your just reward
They will take everything you have earnt, you can’t keep the wolves from your door
Think of what might have been. Why did we let them in?
Why?!

You’ll work your fingers to the bone. Jam your face down on the grindstone.
When you’re face down in the dirt. It makes you wonder, what your life is worth.

You scrimp and you save trying to make ends meet
Watch the clock melt away whilst you’re dead on your feet
Wonder how much longer you can take the abuse
That tie around your neck is a corporate noose

The corporate noose