As Long As We're All Living, We're All Dying - Slitting Your Wrists On The Company Copy Machine lyrics

Dragged through the mud on the back of an airplane You can still see the marks on his knees from the road He never learned his lessons but then again most people never do. How often have we heard this story? The self sacrifice for something greater But it all comes down to how much blood will spill Tell me something How tight can you get that tie around your neck? Your suicide sponsored by Brooks Brothers and Coca-Cola That briefcase a permanent extension of your arm We are all trying to find something worth living for Palm stained with ink and blood now mark your territory Palms stained with ink and blood now paint your coffin lining