Wish We Weren't Here
So, so you think you can tell
Heaven from hell
Nightshift from day
Can you tell a good snip
From a pile of shit
He said hit the tit
Now the part's in the bin
Did they get you to trade
To Mazaks from Voests?
Turning to mills?
Approach tools for slot drills?
Cold comfort for change?
And did you exchange
A walk on part in the field
For a lead role on a lathe?
How we wish, how we wish we weren't here
But we sold our souls
Baker's taking it's tolls
Year after year
Standing here in the same old place
What a disgrace
The same old fears
Wish we weren't here