Bony Macaroni - Grind Me into the Paste Lyrics

I'm passing the big fans pointed at the trucks, filled with living things in crates wishing they were ducks swimming in the pond a couple blocks from my house
But, me?
I have a job that I cannot do without

And so I grit my teeth for 8 hours at a time
Mom & dad said that's what you're assigned sometimes

I'll have it your way
I guess, I'll spend my better days in this shitty f*cking place
Grind me into the paste

I'll have it your way
I guess, I'll spend my better days in this shitty f*cking place
Grind me into the paste

I'm stacking my boxes, they're full of body parts
My alienation is off the charts
And when I get home I'm still a worthless motherf*cker
And, yeah, I blame the Bezos, the Gates, and the Zuckers

And so I grit my teeth for 8 hours at a time
I hear machines around me choppin' and I start to fantasize

I'll have it your way
I guess I'll spend my better days in this shitty f*cking place
Grind me into the paste

I'll have it your way
I guess I'll spend my better days in this shitty f*cking place
Grind me into the paste