When blue collars you
you might as well
howl at the moon
no one is coming
the windows are shut
the doors are all bolted
your lifelines are cut
start ******* in air
'cause you're going nowhere
and there is where
you'll end up.
Sep 23, 2016
Sep 23, 2016 at 4:31 PM UTC
When blue collars you
you might as well
howl at the moon
no one is coming
the windows are shut
the doors are all bolted
your lifelines are cut
start ******* in air
'cause you're going nowhere
and there is where
you'll end up.
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