And the light falls through the machines
And the yard gets pressed with some sort of softer gravity
And the gears and the hoses
They throw shadows on the weeds
So this is how it is
A hard day’s peace
I get walking off the factory floor
10 blocks catch me a train
Be it walking through the blazing heat
Or freezing buck shot rain
Have you ever kept appearances up
And found you’re really just disappearing?
Lord, the men things make and the things men make
Are as ridiculous as they are mean
Well I'm here to tell you folks that there is more to life
Than being walked on by the lame
Even fools are proof that fools get some too
It has a thousand different names

It’s why a convict plans escape
It’s why a hardened soldier rapes
It’s like the other side of faith
Man you can even start a trade

It’s the freedom in the loot
It’s the prosecutors proof
Oh man oh man oh man, it’s just something to do
It really is the only useful piece of truth i know
Like Dr. Destouches says
Your life just passes
If only for a little piece of ass
Lots of people talk all sorts of shit
But never really tell you what they’re thinking
They only ever really wanted
Just to fuck something