Smoke Breaks Songtext
von The Bled

Slave away with the price of your youth
You can call yourself a dying breed
You wash the weight with the sweat that you spill
For the good of the company
At the end of the line, counting all your small breaks
You see the moonlight, a product but the product doesn′t move
Anyone
It's that or this new goddamn truth
Did you answer the call when it came
Or did you call it a day?
Like my father
He buried his head son
Sacrifice the twelve bar prose
And thank god for real, real
Tonight I want to go back to the clockwork
Where I sing my song to whomever will listen
Glimpse of the good life beyond heights of idle movement
And no one′s the billions of children
I'm the company debt
Blaming all your small breaks


You see the moonlight, a product but the product doesn't move
Trudge on, workhorse
God help you all, you′re just getting by
Trudge on, workhorse
God help you all, you′re just getting by
You run like a river without a prize in your sight
Bleed on, bleed on, bleed on
So dry, bleed on, bleed on
So dry
A throat is my bride
She will wreck your life
It's for me to decide
How to wreck your life
Cut the queen just try
She will wreck your life
It′s for me to decide
How to wreck your life
Cut the queen just try
She will wreck your life
It's my life to wreck in my own way