Tom MacDonald - Anarchy lyrics
Thomas MacDonald [British Columbia, Canada] 🇨🇦
[Tom MacDonald - Anarchy lyrics]
I got away from all the chains they
Tried to lock me up with
I wasn't made for nine-to-fives
Or working in construction
I never fit the system
My description is the suspect
I gave 'em all the finger
Then I rode into the sunset
And I don't wanna be promoted
I don't need to raise a buck
And I don't want the Christmas bonus
Or the new company truck
Keep that silly fucking uniform I
Had to wash and dry
I'm not a brick that's in your wall
But you're a thorn that's in my side
I was born to not comply with
All the orders and defy
All of the horrors I survived
I feel like normal's a disguise
And I don't want an application or
A half an hour lunch
Or a cubicle to work a job
That I don't even love
My veins are full of gasoline
My motor's made of stolen parts
I've tightened all the nuts and bolts
But I don't wanna work on cars
The system's tryna smother me
But anarchy is in my heart
They slashed my tires and cut my brakes
I'll crash now if it even starts
My boss don't even know that I
Make music he would care about
He thinks I'm just some stoner
Stacking boxes in a warehouse
I got dreams and goals and things
I'm told at work to keep aspiring
When music is my full-time job
Then nobody can fire me
But right now it ain't hiring
My groceries expiring
My rent is due, my phone is off
The extra shifts are tiring
I know I'm made for more
Than what my resume reflects
The government is tryna dumb me down
With guns and booze and sex
I'm not a salesman
I couldn't sell beer in the prohibition
I've never been the type to
Make a living off commission
I'm no good at wearing suit's or
Doing taxes for a business
I wanna count some money
Not the hours and the minutes
I'm not a carpenter, a lawyer, a doctor
I'm not a waiter
Or a teacher or a cop or a plumber
I'm not a tradesman
Or an architect, an engineer
A pilot or a mailman
I'm something that don't fit into
Their perfect little gameplan, i'm me
And they can try to kill my spirit
With overtime when the barn burns
But if there's one thing I ain't scared of
It is long days and hard work
So they can pay themselves a dollar
While I only make a cent
But I will stack up all my pennies
Till they're higher than the fence
Then I'll climb them like a ladder
And jump to the other side
Spend the nickels that I made on
A taxi or hitch a ride
Bet they never thought they'd see the
Day I left 'em to survive
And used the system that they built
To leave their system all behind
Tried to lock me up with
I wasn't made for nine-to-fives
Or working in construction
I never fit the system
My description is the suspect
I gave 'em all the finger
Then I rode into the sunset
And I don't wanna be promoted
I don't need to raise a buck
And I don't want the Christmas bonus
Or the new company truck
Keep that silly fucking uniform I
Had to wash and dry
I'm not a brick that's in your wall
But you're a thorn that's in my side
I was born to not comply with
All the orders and defy
All of the horrors I survived
I feel like normal's a disguise
And I don't want an application or
A half an hour lunch
Or a cubicle to work a job
That I don't even love
My veins are full of gasoline
My motor's made of stolen parts
I've tightened all the nuts and bolts
But I don't wanna work on cars
The system's tryna smother me
But anarchy is in my heart
They slashed my tires and cut my brakes
I'll crash now if it even starts
My boss don't even know that I
Make music he would care about
He thinks I'm just some stoner
Stacking boxes in a warehouse
I got dreams and goals and things
I'm told at work to keep aspiring
When music is my full-time job
Then nobody can fire me
But right now it ain't hiring
My groceries expiring
My rent is due, my phone is off
The extra shifts are tiring
I know I'm made for more
Than what my resume reflects
The government is tryna dumb me down
With guns and booze and sex
I'm not a salesman
I couldn't sell beer in the prohibition
I've never been the type to
Make a living off commission
I'm no good at wearing suit's or
Doing taxes for a business
I wanna count some money
Not the hours and the minutes
I'm not a carpenter, a lawyer, a doctor
I'm not a waiter
Or a teacher or a cop or a plumber
I'm not a tradesman
Or an architect, an engineer
A pilot or a mailman
I'm something that don't fit into
Their perfect little gameplan, i'm me
And they can try to kill my spirit
With overtime when the barn burns
But if there's one thing I ain't scared of
It is long days and hard work
So they can pay themselves a dollar
While I only make a cent
But I will stack up all my pennies
Till they're higher than the fence
Then I'll climb them like a ladder
And jump to the other side
Spend the nickels that I made on
A taxi or hitch a ride
Bet they never thought they'd see the
Day I left 'em to survive
And used the system that they built
To leave their system all behind