Seven and a Quarter

7 and a quarter what I work for and pay for and die for and try for, to come home and sit and blow it off on drink and to think and forget the rotting stink and a day later and go back to 7 and quarter the price I'd victimize, stigmatize, sexualize, murder and scheme and dream today and rob you blind to cop some porter cause I'm slave and a killer to 7 and a quarter

7 and a quarter is the price of my silence cause I've got dreams too, from the bank on loan to the road alone and I stretch my hand out to you and here's my mind to find in the dark of a car or catching your breath from behind bars with liquor on the beat and cops knock you to your feet on a salary more than yours and can afford some oppression with a stick they extend like a hand in the dark cause daddy he never lit the spark never told you good was bad and work til your dead cause that'll make you happy, and if the slavemaster's name sounds like law and order, then I'm just a slave to 7 and a quarter

Living wage runs away on a bumper sticker stuck to a car I can't afford pray the Lord everyday and smoke your troubles away, trade Gold for Jesus and bullets for the Devil yet guns shut the mouths of hell's little rebels, maybe save up on 7 and a quarter and one day you'll be a soldier of fortune with your guts spilling out on some rich family's meal and then you're caught running before you can reel and its the love you steal day by day that you thought could keep the hate of ages away but it don't and your dead but your body still moves and you're drugged with the weight of a shame you can't lose, and there goes 'living wage' on another car you can't own, you're a dog so eat shit or break out the bones