Labor Day Lyrics
Labor Day - Paint It Black
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
You better hold it and keep it close
It's a one-round match
You better grab it by the throat
The 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
You better hold it and keep it close
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
Choking on the surplus
They've sloved the equation for the gold rush