Luyện nghe bài hát Boot Scraper

Watch the common man
Drown his sorrows at hour
Dirty and sweaty just enough to get by

Calluses on his hands, on his soul
Hard-boiled, son of a
Scraping away on the down grind

It's a means to an end, a end for most
and domestication ends in shattered hopes
Can't see the hand at the end of the leash

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

And you get to keep shit
Except and power trips
And a bad breath down neck

I know for I have toiled in the halls of the
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 your ass
Into the

As life slowly with nothing to show
But your wasted and dust
A thousand points of lies
On the deafened funeral eardrums of the blind

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