Well it's funny how it all works out   Mad men in suits walking about   I'd like to change their point of view someday   But I feel my patience slipping away      Looks like it's time to lay this burden down    Stop messing around   Don't want to go to the grave without a sound    Give the soul a place to rest   Not to ride on the factory belt   Not to ride on the factory belt      Well you do what you can to just get by   With poison all around   It needs no disguise   You can see it on faces   >From the barstools to the door   With no equal chance our respect is no more      Looks like it's time to lay this burden down   Stop messing around   Don't want an early grave in the ground   Give the soul a place a rest   Not to ride on the factory belt   Not to ride on the factory belt      Well it's funny how it all works out   Mad men in suits are walking about      Well I've heard it said   That after seven years of factory belt   It gets in your head      Looks like it's time to lay this burden down    Stop messing around   Don't want to go to the grave without a sound    Give the soul a place a rest   Not to ride on the factory belt   Not to ride on the factory belt