Sweat is:
Justin Smith | Guitar / Vocals
Anthony Rivera | Drums
Tuna Tardugno | Vocals
lyrics
Work all day, work all night
Everything’s a fucking fight
Right to play, a right to pay
Who the fuck else gets to have a say?
Forward thinking, backwards leaning
Regulation – It’s demeaning
A scandal if I handle it
Hostility, if it’s not for me
I don’t want it
We can’t fuck with discretion
Unless it’s coming from you
We can’t fuck for pleasure
Unless it’s coming from you
We can’t change our mind
That’s up to you
If we can’t afford leisure
We don’t deserve the pleasure
We’ll get fucked - class war
We’ll get fucked – passed tents
We’ll get fucked – past tense
And it’s coming from you
Forward thinking, backwards leaning
Regulation – It’s demeaning
A scandal if I handle it
Hostility, if it’s not for me
Fury is too delicate of a word
All that’s left is warfare
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