Theatre of work, what do you see?
A plague of desperate, servile f*cks
Reduced to nothing more than fodder
A farce of shifting insecurities
They watch me toil, flail and squirm
Human life as a utility
Flog and spill into the sink
Promise in a task without reprieve
Theatre of work, what do you see?
Dragging my weight
Across the piss-soaked floor
Resigned to the tide of necessity
Replaced, renewed, abused
And the shame hangs heavy
As I laugh heave in the face of futility
Theatre of work, what do you see?
Everyday torment
Living the dream
Theatre of work, what do you see?
A plague of desperate, servile f*cks
Reduced to nothing more than fodder
A farce of shifting insecurities
Drawn into view for all to see
Fit for nothing but consumption
Repeat the flush and tap the screw
Promise in a task without reprieve
Theatre of work, what do you see?
Their funniest piece my necessity
From pious saviours to slumlords
The endgame is the same
Shackled and skinned, more means to split
Picked apart, disarmed and divided
Shackled and skinned, more means to split
Bad Breeding - Theatre of Work Lyrics
Bad Breeding - Theatre of Work Lyrics
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Theatre of work, what do you see?
A plague of desperate, servile f*cks
Reduced to nothing more than fodder
A farce of shifting insecurities
They watch me toil, flail and squirm
Human life as a utility
Flog and spill into the sink
Promise in a task without reprieve
Theatre of work, what do you see?
Dragging my weight
Across the piss-soaked floor
Resigned to the tide of necessity
Replaced, renewed, abused
And the shame hangs heavy
As I laugh heave in the face of futility
Theatre of work, what do you see?
Everyday torment
Living the dream
Theatre of work, what do you see?
A plague of desperate, servile f*cks
Reduced to nothing more than fodder
A farce of shifting insecurities
Drawn into view for all to see
Fit for nothing but consumption
Repeat the flush and tap the screw
Promise in a task without reprieve
Theatre of work, what do you see?
Their funniest piece my necessity
From pious saviours to slumlords
The endgame is the same
Shackled and skinned, more means to split
Picked apart, disarmed and divided
Shackled and skinned, more means to split
A plague of desperate, servile f*cks
Reduced to nothing more than fodder
A farce of shifting insecurities
They watch me toil, flail and squirm
Human life as a utility
Flog and spill into the sink
Promise in a task without reprieve
Theatre of work, what do you see?
Dragging my weight
Across the piss-soaked floor
Resigned to the tide of necessity
Replaced, renewed, abused
And the shame hangs heavy
As I laugh heave in the face of futility
Theatre of work, what do you see?
Everyday torment
Living the dream
Theatre of work, what do you see?
A plague of desperate, servile f*cks
Reduced to nothing more than fodder
A farce of shifting insecurities
Drawn into view for all to see
Fit for nothing but consumption
Repeat the flush and tap the screw
Promise in a task without reprieve
Theatre of work, what do you see?
Their funniest piece my necessity
From pious saviours to slumlords
The endgame is the same
Shackled and skinned, more means to split
Picked apart, disarmed and divided
Shackled and skinned, more means to split
Writer: Angus Stewart, Ashlea Bennett, Charlie ROse, Christopher Dodd
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Performed By: Bad Breeding
Length: 4:45
Written by: Angus Stewart, Ashlea Bennett, Charlie ROse, Christopher Dodd