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LYRICS
LYRIC: The Things We Do To Pay The Bills
I exist behind a guise
Crushed beneath professional hair
Cannot breathe inside this suit
The one I swore I’d never wear
They were the worst days of my life
Yet I’m back inside in that cell
The one I thought I had escaped
The one that I always called hell
The things we do to pay the bills
Can make us strangers to ourselves
If only I could see me now
But I have become someone else
In my bathroom there’s a mirror
But staring back at me
Unrecognizable reflection
Pseudo identity
I plaster on my daily smile
The one the world expects
I turn away and close the door
My tie a noose around my neck
I hear the words fall from my throat
Saying things I don’t believe
Same old stories I was told
The ones from which I had been freed
Until I had masters to please
Bosses I’m forced to obey
The evil’s always so banal
When normalised as just another day
The things we do to pay the bills
Would make our younger selves blush red
If only I could see me now
But the me I was is dead
In my bathroom there’s a mirror
But staring back at me
Unrecognizable reflection
Pseudo identity
I plaster on my daily smile
The one the world expects
I turn away and close the door
My tie a noose around my neck
Life –
binding me,
hiding me,
holding me prisoner,
entwining me
Now I need,
to break free,
now I need to begin finding me
Finding me
LYRIC: Congratulations
False smile, wide eyes
Dreams dead, lost pride
Chin up, shut down
Lost and not found
And hey, what happened to you today
Hey what happened to you?
Where is the you, the you we used to see?
The one with all the hopes and all the dreams?
The one who said the world was ours to change?
Where is the idealist artistic heart?
The revolution we were charged to start?
Where is the you, the you you used to be?
Earning a living
Worn down, give in
Sold out and employed
Bills paid, but hope void
You got a job
Mortgage, locked in
Own your own prison
Pension, pay cheque
Another lost reject
And hey, what happened to you today?
(You got a job)
Hey what happened to you?