Luyện nghe bài hát Boot Scraper

Watch the broken man
Drown his sorrows at hour
Dirty and sweaty with enough to get by

Calluses on his hands, calluses on his
Hard-boiled, son of a
Scraping away on the down hill

It's a means to an end, a end for most
Death and ends in shattered hopes
see the hand at the other end of the leash

Turn and bite, turn and the hand that bleeds you dry
Throw yourself a bone, no one else
leads to self-loathing
Money the excrement of

And you don't get to shit
politics and power trips
And a bad down your neck

I know for I have toiled in the of the mighty
And not received a teardrop in a
it

The doesn't owe me a thing
But you do,
The doesn't owe me a thing
But you do,

So when you die
They're gonna have to screw ass
Into the

As life slowly unravels nothing to show
But your wasted time and
A thousand points of lies
On the deafened eardrums of the blind masses

Rise above, extract life
Will you look within then around and bite?
Day by day the mask your life
Is this any way to No fucking way