The Mumlers - Coffin Factory lyrics

I'm tired of working in the coffin factory I want the boss to give my life back to me My paycheck's not big enough to wipe my tears Forty hours a week of monotony My thoughts get caught in the cogs of machinery Droning d**h songs in my ears And when I pa** two lovers in the hospital I wonder if selling flowers might be more profitable I don't want to build coffins no more Tired of working in a coffin factory Building boxes to bury humanity With wood cut from the trees of liberty I'm gonna walk backwards out the gates of this dreary plant You can't pick the pocket of a man who's got no pants They've taken all they'll get from me And when I breathe my last breath I will not breathe it as a merchant of d**h I don't want to build coffins no more