Wake up in the morning
No wheels turning
Brain dead to start the day
Strife will come out the fray
New things appearing
Postulating fear and
Giving me an awful fright
Get to bed early tonight
Showing up and clocking in
Now all the shit begins
Beatings, batters, yelling, crude
High stress bad attitude
They never know the outcome
Being stuck there in their lonesome
Keep it to yourself there Ms. Stacie
Oh good god you drive me crazy
Why must I be stuck in this rhythm
Properly entrapped in a workplace schism
(Little thingy)
When did it begin
I can't believe what I'm caught in
To the bone
I work to bring
Home my prize
Not to be ostracized
Now I stand tall
Embrace not the fall
Shut down cold
It's gotten so old
Getting in the swing
Of a breadth of things
Getting a head start
An early finish if I'm smart
Given I'm here
There's not much for me to fear
Bear witness
To this test of litness
Giving up right now
Is not an option
Eyes straight forward
Don't want to hear another word
Bite me
Some folks wanna fight me
They look in your eyes
As if you're their next sacrifice
Ain't much to being a workin man
Just get in the car for what's at hand
Sticking through traffic
Just to collect my check
To the bone
I work to bring
Home my prize
Not to be ostracized
Now I stand tall
Embrace not the fall
Shut down cold
It's gotten so old
The Plague of Persistence
The Bane of existence
Working til I'm dead inside
Not satisfied only bonafide
Gettin home every day in a slog
Thought I was awake but that was dead wrong
Thrown in a heap I am down and out
Birth work die is that what it's all about?
To the bone
I work to bring
Home my prize
Not to be ostracized
Now I stand tall
Embrace not the fall
Shut down cold
It's gotten so old
Ashton Shelton & Grace Cotter - Plague Of Persistence Lyrics
Ashton Shelton & Grace Cotter - Plague Of Persistence Lyrics
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Wake up in the morning
No wheels turning
Brain dead to start the day
Strife will come out the fray
New things appearing
Postulating fear and
Giving me an awful fright
Get to bed early tonight
Showing up and clocking in
Now all the shit begins
Beatings, batters, yelling, crude
High stress bad attitude
They never know the outcome
Being stuck there in their lonesome
Keep it to yourself there Ms. Stacie
Oh good god you drive me crazy
Why must I be stuck in this rhythm
Properly entrapped in a workplace schism
(Little thingy)
When did it begin
I can't believe what I'm caught in
To the bone
I work to bring
Home my prize
Not to be ostracized
Now I stand tall
Embrace not the fall
Shut down cold
It's gotten so old
Getting in the swing
Of a breadth of things
Getting a head start
An early finish if I'm smart
Given I'm here
There's not much for me to fear
Bear witness
To this test of litness
Giving up right now
Is not an option
Eyes straight forward
Don't want to hear another word
Bite me
Some folks wanna fight me
They look in your eyes
As if you're their next sacrifice
Ain't much to being a workin man
Just get in the car for what's at hand
Sticking through traffic
Just to collect my check
To the bone
I work to bring
Home my prize
Not to be ostracized
Now I stand tall
Embrace not the fall
Shut down cold
It's gotten so old
The Plague of Persistence
The Bane of existence
Working til I'm dead inside
Not satisfied only bonafide
Gettin home every day in a slog
Thought I was awake but that was dead wrong
Thrown in a heap I am down and out
Birth work die is that what it's all about?
To the bone
I work to bring
Home my prize
Not to be ostracized
Now I stand tall
Embrace not the fall
Shut down cold
It's gotten so old
No wheels turning
Brain dead to start the day
Strife will come out the fray
New things appearing
Postulating fear and
Giving me an awful fright
Get to bed early tonight
Showing up and clocking in
Now all the shit begins
Beatings, batters, yelling, crude
High stress bad attitude
They never know the outcome
Being stuck there in their lonesome
Keep it to yourself there Ms. Stacie
Oh good god you drive me crazy
Why must I be stuck in this rhythm
Properly entrapped in a workplace schism
(Little thingy)
When did it begin
I can't believe what I'm caught in
To the bone
I work to bring
Home my prize
Not to be ostracized
Now I stand tall
Embrace not the fall
Shut down cold
It's gotten so old
Getting in the swing
Of a breadth of things
Getting a head start
An early finish if I'm smart
Given I'm here
There's not much for me to fear
Bear witness
To this test of litness
Giving up right now
Is not an option
Eyes straight forward
Don't want to hear another word
Bite me
Some folks wanna fight me
They look in your eyes
As if you're their next sacrifice
Ain't much to being a workin man
Just get in the car for what's at hand
Sticking through traffic
Just to collect my check
To the bone
I work to bring
Home my prize
Not to be ostracized
Now I stand tall
Embrace not the fall
Shut down cold
It's gotten so old
The Plague of Persistence
The Bane of existence
Working til I'm dead inside
Not satisfied only bonafide
Gettin home every day in a slog
Thought I was awake but that was dead wrong
Thrown in a heap I am down and out
Birth work die is that what it's all about?
To the bone
I work to bring
Home my prize
Not to be ostracized
Now I stand tall
Embrace not the fall
Shut down cold
It's gotten so old
Writer: Ashton Shelton, Grace Cotter
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