13 & God - Tin Strong lyrics

These tin men are no nonsense Not the happiest thing They make the call between black and white And what grey is bore in between And they say kids your age should Be reaching for the streetlights While banking on their reproductive organs And the work week's guiding light This is the bound and tired Oath/anthem of our aged An approximate and fearful Wild of hooks to belt from caged By bills and bills and bills then will Til nerve-ed and one-named You thief the you that nothing can pill tame And sleep the sleep of cured k** refrain