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I'm tired of working in a coffin factoryI want the boss to give my life back to me My paycheck is not big enough to wipe my tears40 hours a week of monotony My thoughts get caught in the complex machineryThrowing dead songs in my ears And when I pass two lovers in the hot meadows I wonder if selling flowers is more profitable I don't want to build coffins no moreI'm tired of working in a coffin factoryBuilding boxes to bury humanity With wood cut from the tombs of libertyI'm going to walk back from the gate of inferior plansYou can't pick the pocket of a man who's got no plansThey have taken all that's left from meAnd when I take breath my last breath I will not breathe it as a merchant of death I don't want to build coffins no more Aus Songtexte Mania