Waiting For Fisher Lyrics by Gurriers
Saw the fails of a human connection
I’ll do my best if I just exist
No god to keep it like a religion
All hail the monetic bliss
Fan the fires of another foundation
Lose yourself in the coffin shaped booths
12 hours of cells dying
Burn out much too young
I am a modern day job
I am a modern day job
I am a modern day job
I am a modern
Sit back with thoughts of dying
Push back the office chairs
See the others absent minded
Look at all this time to kill
Yeah you know the problem
But never want to solve it
Rather put a bullet in the brain
Only ever filling another man’s wallet
Who is doing the very same
I am a modern day job
I am a modern day job
I am a modern day job
I am a modern
Gold fills up the mouth
Cash eats up your dreams
Falling feels like flying
Everything is as it seems
I am a modern day job
I am a modern day job
I am a modern day job
I am a modern
Who do you think you are
I am
Who do you think you are
I am
Who do you think you are
I am
Who do you think you are
I am
