The Bronx - Slave Labor lyrics

Live like a slave With no holidays How many ways Did you count the days? But it feels so good to be gone From my own kind What's in a name? And propped on a grave What good is a home When nobody's home? Yeah, it feels so good to be gone From my own kind Yeah, it feels so good to be done With my own mind Mindless, carry me home Mindless, carry me home And I didn't want anything else But listen to what we expect Looking for careful But looking for honest Excited and on-time With a universal mind I won't live like a slave And I won't bury my name I won't tell you my lies I won't run from my grave Oh mindless, carry me home Mindless, carry me home Mindless, carry me home 'Cause it feels so good to be gone Yeah, it feels so good to be gone