Make me a part
Of a hard
Working machine
And I won't take it to heart
When you stomp out all the meaning
We're the bottling crew
Putting truth in the wine
Making minimum wage
Making use
Of all the hours overtime
Now I'm walking over
To the bar down the street
When she says
Boy are you over it
I can't even speak
Cuz I keep thinking
If you're dead
How the hell are you walking
It's not helping the fact
That they just can't keep talking
About you