Fed Upon by Leeches Lyrics


Another night with a stiff neck

Can't afford the copay

Heating a frozen meal made of shit

Just gotta stay on the grind

Sure, I sold a fortune's worth of goods

But I should be grateful

For the scraps I earned

After all, the boss takes the risk, right?

The aches and pains

The pennies and dimes

Should all be worth it in the end

If I play my cards right

Another day in his luxury yacht,

Sipping drinks with gold leaf inside

Vacuous glutton, barely lifting a finger

The way it was meant to be