Black Friday Lyrics

We get up early
We come home tired
Our lives for hire
We're making money for someone else
I can't breathe like there's hands around my throat
I can't scream, this place is filled with ghosts
Everybody's looking for something
We can't leave or we're left with nothing

Clap your hands do the dead man shuffle
Slouch our way into an early grave
Is it disappointment or mild annoyance?
A sense of contentment or f****** resentment?
Move your feet to this dead end beat
Slouch our way into an early grave

Get out of bed
Get f****** dressed
And think of better ways
To keep busy
Clap your hands do the dead man shuffle
Killing ourselves for a living wage, okay
Get out of bed
Get f****** dressed
And get busy