Million Dead - Breaking The Back Lyrics
on leaving school immersed in philanthropic notions(of a kind these days I find unthinkable)I pulled my frail frame onto my charger and rode off into a sunsetwith agenda predictable.fresh faced - young dumb and tragically convinced thatblind faith could make an infantile, normativeplayground theory on social interactionpositive enough to show them all, but alas!working the tills put hair on my chest,telesales made me a man!x2and everything was going to be ok, butthe making of the man was the breaking of the back upon the rockof everyday hostility.and I dont mean to seem at all ungrateful, butthe air-conditioned life has left me gasping for some real conversation.and just becauseturing couldnt possibly conceive a machine with this little personalityI'm working shifts in veal-fattening pens,and yet I'm puppy thin because to tell the truth I've been hanging onfor something more than distant dial tonesand a sense of ending.the breaking of the back was the making of the manx4.
