Cry for War

Nine to five, I’m still alive Seven to eleven, wrong side of heaven Hands ground down, down to the bone And I won't settle anymore Eyes on the prize Pedal to the metal I’ll be long gone Before the dust settles Eyes on the prize Pedal to the metal I’ll be long gone Before the dust settles I'm gone Boss makes a dollar, I make a dime That's why I shit on company time I’ll take the inch, then I’ll take a mile And I'll just walk on through the fire If I want it, then I’ll take it And I’ll make it Turn on the radio and what do you hear The same old bullshit being played year after year A manufactured image being pounded in our ears The reason why to me, just seems so un-fuckin'-clear If I want it, then I’ll take it And I’ll make it Call me crazy, call me lazy But I won’t back down