Tuskers - Lowest Of Scoundrels Lyrics

Used to be a simple pleasure, a job well done
Used to take some pride, 'til I had none
No ladder left to climb, no room to run
In shadows casted by the sheltering hand, under the big man's thumb
The scoundrel in me is tugging on a short leash
The scoundrel in me ain't got a soul worth sucking
The scoundrel in me is tugging on a short leash
The scoundrel in me's been bumping uglies in a coal mine
Making a living ain't fulfilling me
'Cause the big man's teat don't feed the fiend in me
Making a killing's leaving me hungry
'Cause having it all don't feed the freak in me
He's tugging on a short short leash
Having it all don't feed the freak in me
When does a career become one long spit in the face?
My calling feels like piss in the wind of change
How does a career start costing you more than it pays?
Do they say you ain't working hard enough?
Ain't workin' smart enough, ain't working hard
Are you working up a sweat in vain?
The bloody ritual of the old routine
The global sum of sweat, the work horse in heat
I feel the want, I feel the need
Every drop of sweat I'm shedding just bleeds the freak in me
The scoundrel in me is tugging on a short leash
The scoundrel in me is a soul sucking itself off
The scoundrel in me is tugging on a short leash
The scoundrel in me's been jumping bones with a combine
Making a living ain't fulfilling me
'Cause the big man's teat don't feed the fiend in me
Making a killing's leaving me hungry
'Cause having it all don't feed the freak in me
He's tugging on a short short leash
Having it all don't feed that freak in me
Oh yeah, oh yeah
The scoundrel in me is making up its own mind
Making a living's been killing me, it ain't living at all
Making a living's been killing me, it ain't living