Third Generation Pink Slip by The Book of Knots Lyrics
This town's so done
The writing’s on the wall
The more the union makes demands
The more the union falls
The Eastern marketers are competing
We need another war
To bring the cost down from the ceiling
It's what the last war was for
They can spend whole pay cheques in a single day
There ain't no pensions left!
There ain’t no pensions left!
There ain't no pensions left!
And I'm a god-damn pensioner!
Don't call it home
Call it [?], call it inspirational
Call it toast and call it mud[?]
I'll be gone
I leave you someone
While learning nothing
Cancer is a blessing to you all
In your in [?] and [?] and you and us
And the [?] fly thick and viscous
Like the call of the tide for a battle mistress
And twice as sick and half as helpful
As the boss's bullshit timecard [?]
We will be here 'til the day we die
Reminisce about the things we should have tried
Three generations all fine
And spend the last pay cheques, all right
(And I'm a god damn pensioner
Twenty-five years...)
The writing’s on the wall
The more the union makes demands
The more the union falls
The Eastern marketers are competing
We need another war
To bring the cost down from the ceiling
It's what the last war was for
They can spend whole pay cheques in a single day
There ain't no pensions left!
There ain’t no pensions left!
There ain't no pensions left!
And I'm a god-damn pensioner!
Don't call it home
Call it [?], call it inspirational
Call it toast and call it mud[?]
I'll be gone
I leave you someone
While learning nothing
Cancer is a blessing to you all
In your in [?] and [?] and you and us
And the [?] fly thick and viscous
Like the call of the tide for a battle mistress
And twice as sick and half as helpful
As the boss's bullshit timecard [?]
We will be here 'til the day we die
Reminisce about the things we should have tried
Three generations all fine
And spend the last pay cheques, all right
(And I'm a god damn pensioner
Twenty-five years...)