Blunt Mechanic - Thrown Out At Third lyrics

I say the word work So much its getting all my closest friends down Nobody really gets what I've been rambling about Reconstruct the look but at the core what is changed When I close my eyes the bugs are still in my brain ? the five, take the seven to the relative source Tv dinners on the counter, stacked ca**ettes and closed doors There's morals and there's stories and there's work to get done by the door Keep in step Helps you forget What you know Helps you to dilute The earliest dreams As if that hoops the only way to go ? the five, sharpen knives, use your big boy voice Tv dinners on the counter are a hasty choice The moral of the story is you're lucky if you find your own voice