The Sandbags
by Helvetia
From the album: Helvetia's Junk Shop
Duration: 3:06
Lyrics for The Sandbags
Working overtime These robots they are demanding It's not the air that keeps me standing Built a car that drives With bullshit and some believing Cut my feet off and sewed on some wheels that really shine Yeah! Found the dotted line Some crooks to represent me It's not heaven, but at least I'm off the list Get your act together Those shoes definitely don't match your face Don't talk back, just do it again Again, again, again And again One more time So God says I'm leaving Missed the call That's just lack of reason There's no hell below So dead-set on our sins and things Leaves you shackled to your drawers Bowed down to that wooden stick, a prison cell This road like a seesaw Hurry back, you wanna see some more