Baptists - Farmed Baptists Lyrics
Whole days spent digging holesJagged edged shovelsChipped on rock soilDirty everythingBlistered hands sweatingMouth too dry to singThis well's been tapped.Poles sledged like stakes to vampire heartsCutting metal with metalThe day's been parchedThe more you sweatThe less sparks you'll feelThe less you'll careThe more money you'll makeThe less feelings remainThe more shit you'll takeYou're farmed, you're *****ed.These days are long and I don't work for you, I work for meI'll give what I got, but at day's end, I'll be freeYou'll take my time and I'll take every cent that you will payThis trench I've dug will separate both parts of my day.