Standing on your amp, Les Paul losely slung over your shoulder, swing your strumming arm in a counter-clockwise windmill motion while striking the chords to this song. This is a great air-guitar tune.
poised worm toronto rock
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Story behind the song
Propulsive, classic speed rock with a progressive metal feel and clever lyrics. --OBN
Lyrics
Sun hits the jungle
Dawn is surreal
Another day at the office
Hunting for your meal
Got caught in the rat race
Work hard for your cheese
When all you need is money
Bring you down to your knees
So what has become of them
They all just live till their deaths
We're all just in a parade
There must be some way out of here
Between the faithful and the rest
Lining up in a single-file line
We're all just in a parade
In a parade
Make an honest living
Living in debt
Or live in a lie
Then try to forget
Caveman never had this problem
Didn't care what he wore
Called no one a bigot
Called no one a whore