March of the Damned

In the misty shadows Of this little ghost town I found myself at home With those dirty work boots And a broken steel toe These walls will never change So we left our spot on the line and we drove to the man And broke his door down So we start, to march Get off your ass and get back to your station March! Get on your feet and start breaking your back in March! Did I say you can take a break? March! On the line! The shingles on the rooftop Never seem to rot But your mind is so far gone Shivers running down your spine You're on your last dime An evil eye waits for you Then we clocked in five minutes late and the boss came and said "You'll never change the world Join the march Of the damned!" Now the workers rise The morning cries They need to feed themselves It only takes one man And a foolish plan To break these brittle chains Cut them off you'll be okay