Minuteman

Spitting in your soup sloping in your face today
Bored and angry about your straight hard away
You kept the system still alive
Time was money pay your expensive wife
Your were working twenty four hours a day
Face got lines and your hairs turned grey
Some hard speed pills and another line of coke
Time was money take it as a joke
You’d been afraid of hungry year
To loose your job was what you fear
Your heart took revenge and your blood ran cold
Who wants to die before to get old
Minute man
No more chances for you minute man