Y: My Life As A Strawberry

Man-o-war Take another ghost or two Or three or four Thousand We all gotta a mileage don't we Driving us till there's nothing left On wages we can't even breath with or without But too worried about Our fancy wrist our neck our jewels our feet My feet ache Heart sick of tryin' yea I wanna dance and live till I die yea I don't know why yea I wanna dance and live till I die yea