Paint It Black Labor day Letras:
I know that some days it feels like a 9 to 5
deathmarch. And that's half the waking day taken
away. I'm pretty sure that we imagined something
more. Don't let that fire in your eyes flicker and
fade. They're experts at extinguishing hope, so
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you better hold it and keep it sclose. It's a
one-round match; you better grab it by the throat.
And don't let go... I'd like to say hats off to
the slash-and-burn architects, They know exactly
where despair and commerce intersect. They've
sloved the equation for the gold rush, soul-crush;
Three hundred million open mouths choking on the
surplus.
Letras: Labor day Paint It Black [final]