I CAN BARELY KEEP FOOD ON THE TABLE, BUT YOU EXPECT ME TO KEEP THE ECONOMY STABLE.
YOU'LL PUNISH ME, AND STEAL MY WAGES, IF I'M UNABLE TO MEET YOUR OUTRAGEOUS FEES YOU SET FOR AN UNREALISTIC PART TIME CARE, THAT ONLY COVERS A CHECK UP ONCE A YEAR AND IF I'M SICK, I'LL GIVE YOU HALF OF MY ANNUAL INCOME, AND YOU'LL LAUGH AT MY MISERY DRIVING YOUR BANK ACCOUNT, HIGHER AND HIGHER, WITH EACH UNFAIR AMOUNT YOU TAKE AWAY EACH MONTH, JUST SO THAT I DON'T GET THE CARE I NEED AND I CAN PAY TO DIE.
I CAN BARELY PAY TO KEEP A ROOF OVER MY HEAD.
YOU ONLY WANT ME ALIVE BECAUSE IF I'M DEAD I CAN'T PAY IN, AND FEED YOUR GREED.
YOU'RE NOTHING BUT A NIGHTMARE TO MY AMERICAN DREAM.
I CAN'T LIVE MY LIFE STARVING FOR THE RICH.
I CAN'T LIVE SUICIDAL WISHING THAT ALL OF THIS WAS SOMEWHAT FAIR, SO TELL ME WHY IT'S PERFECTLY ACCEPTABLE THAT WE ALL SUFFER AND LIVE TO PAY TO DIE.
"Curse These Metal Hands" parlays the UK bands' chemistry into a record which—for all its tinnitus-inducing ferocity and elegiac arrangements—practically drips with transcendent joy. Bandcamp Album of the Day Aug 19, 2019