Bad Business
Were fucked. This is Business
We will choke without a witness

As a man you stand six feet high evolving a million years in a downward spiral
Cheap smiles won't hide the lie of love upon the bottom line we sign

Stop searching for heartbeats in graveyards. They don't exist down here
Stop searching for canaries in coal mines. They don't exist around here

Deathbeds of old faithful friends. They are victims of your industry
You stole their reason to breathe when you stole their reason to scream

We are the ugly. We are the tired. We are overworked and uninspired
Don't look me in the eye; I lost faith in the sound from your criminal lies

This is business. Just business. Who gives a fuck about your opinion?

If this is punk rock were fucked