Die While We're Young - A Wilhelm Scream

It’s been years since I sold my soul

What a life, no advice and no guidance

Worked through the weekend at my bullshit job

With the pumps and the mops and the tire irons

Now us slaves break bread and go to work

And these pigs will tread on our backs

Every bastard to pass through the grinder

Can just laugh at the mania of his own nerves

I had to go to class but just drove on

Through the rain and fog up Route 6 past the mall

Drank through paychecks, they don’t last so long

But Monday, we’re on, please, Monday, come

Now us slaves break bread and go to work

And these pigs will tread on our backs

Every bastard to pass through the grinder

Can just laugh at the mania of his own nerves

And embossed in the gold top half

Of his nickel-plated watch

Let’s die while we’re young, let’s die while we’re young

Let’s die while we’re young, while we’re still young

While us slaves break bread and go to work

Where sick pigs will shit down our backs

Every bastard to pass through the grinder

Our resolve is a reminder we are guts and bone

And attached to the three-ring binder

Reminders of our old pact

Let’s die while we’re young, let’s die while we’re young

Let’s die while we’re young, but now we’re too old for that