Park Street Riot - Death (feat. Peter Grant) Lyrics

Under the wire in time for departure
Endless days that are making it harder
Repetitious lines keep calling me on...
But it's nothing less than death, death, death
At 8 am
Nothing less than death, death, death
At 8 am

Crying for food, for rest, for a pay raise
I'm under this face, I'm a person too, can't you see me?
Oh sure, some of it's great every now and then
But most of it's just death, death, death
At 8 am
Nothing less than death, death, death
At 8 am

Change in my pocket whenever I needed
Songs in my head all day and no way to bleed them
The hours are crooked and it's nothing less, nothing less than you'd expect from
Death, death, death
At 8 am
Nothing less than death, death, death
At 8 am