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lyrics

He’s a stay-at-work dad
He makes the boss glad
But chokes on chicken bones
When he eats at home

His breathing turned hard
When his only son starved
Where he left him in the kitchen with a bone
Where he left him in the kitchen all alone

I’m handcuffed to the weights
My foot’s tied to the brakes
I’m told that I should hate
Those who won’t generate
An income for the state
Or contribute to the birth rate
The ones who are overweight
And stopped smoking way too late

He has a white-collar job
In a skyscraper at the top
He worked his way up there
While he fed his wife hot air
Like when he said:

’I want to take part
In my sons school start
Amongst the new cosmetic underclass
Who sit all day long on their ass’

I’m handcuffed to the weights
My foot’s tied to the brakes
I’m told that I should hate
Those who won’t generate
An income for the state
Or contribute to the birth rate
The ones who are overweight
And stopped smoking way too late

credits

from Year of the Flesh - All sales during the Trump presidency will go towards ACLU and AI Justice., released September 26, 2014
Snævar Albertsson – Guitars, Vocals, Glockenspiel
Nikolaj Skjold – Backing vocals
Peter Skibsted – Bass
Lasse Dahl – Drums
Marie Sønderskov – Flute
Jakob Sørensen – Trompet
Jonas E. Andreasen – Saxophone
Thomas Rye Simonsen – Cornet

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