Day by Day the phone calls come,
Day by Day the knocks come on my door,
The Hounds have been released,
Baying for blood,
Baying for the liquid green blood they call theres,
Baying for my hard work,
Baying for the liquid green that i harvested,
That i Worked for,
The Pencil pushing hounds have been released.
Day by day the hounding comes.
sick of pencil pushing desk jockeys who hound people like me who work very day of the week bring in money to pay for what taxes and for people who don't work and its me that has to to take the fall for them i'm sick of it what do i get for my work nothing i get hounded for money they don't need.
this is why im leaving this godforsaken country.
