Colin Fowlie - Dying Wages Lyrics

You've stopped moving at the speed of something beautiful
And you're feeling too worn down to hold the light
Your pen is mighty but the paper's turned to ashes
And this candle isn't long enough to keep us warm tonight
The god damn devil who wrote the contract
Knew you were dying to earn some wages
And wouldn't read the dirty details in the margins of the page
I tried to take you to the places that you dreamed of
But we couldn't bear the cost of gasoline
And I wish I had some bootstraps to hold on to
But they got tangled and torn off in the machine
The god damn devil who wrote the contract
Knew I was dying to earn some wages
And couldn't read the warning on the dark side of the page
Now we've spent every penny that we'll probably ever have
In the hopes that these new drugs might keep you breathing
Those god damn devils who write the contracts
Know that we're dying for their wages
But they hide that little detail in the fine print
Those god damn devils who write the contracts
Know that we're dying for their wages
But they hide that little detail in the fine print on the page