Lyrics:

It's been years since I sold my soul
What a life, no advice and no guidance
Worked through the weekend at my bullshit job
With the pumps and the mops and the tire irons

Now us slaves break bread and go to work
And these pigs will tread on our backs
Every bastard to pass through the grinder
Can just laugh at the mania of his own nerves

I had to go to class but just drove on
Through the rain and fog up Route 6 past the mall
Drank through paychecks, they don't last so long
But Monday, we're on, please, Monday, come

Now us slaves break bread and go to work
And these pigs will tread on our backs
Every bastard to pass through the grinder
Can just laugh at the mania of his own nerves

And embossed in the gold top half
Of his nickel-plated watch
Let's die while we're young, let's die while we're young
Let's die while we're young, while we're still young

While us slaves break bread and go to work
Where sick pigs will shit down our backs
Every bastard to pass through the grinder
Our resolve is a reminder we are guts and bone

And attached to the three-ring binder
Reminders of our old pact
Let's die while we're young, let's die while we're young
Let's die while we're young, but now we're too old for that