Trap Them - Day Seven: Digital Dogs With Analog Collars lyrics

I haven't slept in shifts Vexed and wrecked like the print you infect Diligent Honest Aside from that, we've got some points to discuss They involve you in that furnace Me in this program And Mary in her hotel room waiting for the drill to drop Hang your hat from the hook/line/sinker There's no outlets So youre gonna have to recharge on stockpile, grade A belligerence So I say let it ride On six wheels with seven days we ate our stark Nude ambition plated with coercion Bloody money in a collection box Its not wrong whats in these lungs Its not wrong at all Im telling you, sweet charity Say it Let it ride