Dying Wages Lyrics

You've stopped moving at the speed of something beautiful

And you're feeling too worn down to hold the light

Your pen is mighty but the paper's turned to ashes

And this candle isn't long enough to keep us warm tonight

The god damn devil who wrote the contract

Knew you were dying to earn some wages

And wouldn't read the dirty details in the margins of the page

I tried to take you to the places that you dreamed of

But we couldn't bear the cost of gasoline

And I wish I had some bootstraps to hold on to

But they got tangled and torn off in the machine

The god damn devil who wrote the contract

Knew I was dying to earn some wages

And couldn't read the warning on the dark side of the page

Now we've spent every penny that we'll probably ever have

In the hopes that these new drugs might keep you breathing

Those god damn devils who write the contracts

Know that we're dying for their wages

But they hide that little detail in the fine print

Those god damn devils who write the contracts

Know that we're dying for their wages

But they hide that little detail in the fine print on the page