The Gc5 - Borrowed Time lyrics

I'm not theirs in product or in name But I've got no true discretion I can speak of You can make your own distinctions but it's all the f**ing same It's servitude for someone else's sake And I dream I'm gonna give'em the old heave ho! And my every thought turns to overthrow (Let's go!) And I strive to bite the hand that's feeding me at last And carry on the banner of the working cla** When I'm dead on my feet or shackled to the beat I'm always looking back over my shoulder They make me paranoid and relegate me to defeat A fate that fits me like an oak box The long hard days of dead monotony The foreman looking down, so paternal I'll curse the f**ing hours cause I know they're not for me But for now I'll carry on on borrowed time