I guess I'm just a captive now
Not that I'd be living a free life anyhow
I guess it's pretty sad how it turned out
But what do you expect from a broken back
And a head faced down
Cuz every move has a back seat driver
And every awful job is a lifer
And if you try to speak up theres a man who's there to keep you in line
Yeah we're out of luck
And out of time
What if we could sing all day
Face up to the sun
Whistling life away
Yeah I guess that that would be ok
But all that we can do is work till we're dead
For a paltry rate
Cuz every move has a back seat driver
And every awful job is a lifer
And if you try to speak up theres a man who's there to keep you in line
Yeah we're out of luck
And out of time
So you clench your fist
While the rich get fat
And they sit and watch
While you break your back
So who's the one here who's right to be
Filled with rage at their adversaries
Cuz I've seen a blade hanging high above their necks
And if we'd only wake up and finally connect
It would drop
Evan Wardell - Captive Lyrics
Evan Wardell - Captive Lyrics
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I guess I'm just a captive now
Not that I'd be living a free life anyhow
I guess it's pretty sad how it turned out
But what do you expect from a broken back
And a head faced down
Cuz every move has a back seat driver
And every awful job is a lifer
And if you try to speak up theres a man who's there to keep you in line
Yeah we're out of luck
And out of time
What if we could sing all day
Face up to the sun
Whistling life away
Yeah I guess that that would be ok
But all that we can do is work till we're dead
For a paltry rate
Cuz every move has a back seat driver
And every awful job is a lifer
And if you try to speak up theres a man who's there to keep you in line
Yeah we're out of luck
And out of time
So you clench your fist
While the rich get fat
And they sit and watch
While you break your back
So who's the one here who's right to be
Filled with rage at their adversaries
Cuz I've seen a blade hanging high above their necks
And if we'd only wake up and finally connect
It would drop
Not that I'd be living a free life anyhow
I guess it's pretty sad how it turned out
But what do you expect from a broken back
And a head faced down
Cuz every move has a back seat driver
And every awful job is a lifer
And if you try to speak up theres a man who's there to keep you in line
Yeah we're out of luck
And out of time
What if we could sing all day
Face up to the sun
Whistling life away
Yeah I guess that that would be ok
But all that we can do is work till we're dead
For a paltry rate
Cuz every move has a back seat driver
And every awful job is a lifer
And if you try to speak up theres a man who's there to keep you in line
Yeah we're out of luck
And out of time
So you clench your fist
While the rich get fat
And they sit and watch
While you break your back
So who's the one here who's right to be
Filled with rage at their adversaries
Cuz I've seen a blade hanging high above their necks
And if we'd only wake up and finally connect
It would drop
Writer: Evan Wardell
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