Caustic Soda Tuesday 5pm Lyrics

Newspapers, odd hours and shoulders breaking. Years of
wear working in cold arthritic. Acceptance to a point
when it could be handled but it gets too much too soon
too much and then starts snarling. Worked so hard for so
little . . . so honestly. And this honest man looks
through the can (and even though he could never be) a sid
long glance at his life and he says to me, I shoulda been
a thief. Friends are not just voices on a carbon
microphone. Tired all the time, blanked eyed and sleeps
alone. Children uncontrolled . . . well theyre only
children. Im a simple man and I need my glass because I
get so sad now so easily Screen, give me a break I need
in my life, entertain me, tell me whats happening in other peoples lives. But the tube just laughs and it
makes it harder. The tube just laughs as I watch my
father. Slump in the chair, tries to forget his cares but
the producer just laughs and packs it on tighter. No
movie matinee just crooked clichs. Dad jumps out of his
chair and he says Look what the bastards are getting away
with A $19 million handshake to retire to a 25 year old
wife with. 45 years spent in a cold cell and now I don't
have shit. Ah its just not fair is it? Its just not fair.
Look, you always said, Don't let it bring you down its
only castles burning. Its only the producer pulling you
in. Don't get sucked in.

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