Factotum from Summer by Grenadiers

Weekdays at the factory
Soul-crushing drudgery
My hands are another mans, feel like a machine

Ever wonder why you break your fucking back?
You’re a factory, factotum, artefact

Barkeep, another drink
I’ll shoot ‘em down ‘til I can’t think
I wanna wash these blues away, wanna wash them down

And the blues that I have swallowed laid me up
But someday they’ve gotta come the fuck back up
And I aint your fucking gopher anymore
I’m punching out

I’m sick and tired of Maggie’s farm
I wanna own my own two arms
I wanna go out and hit the town
I wanna burn my bridges down
I wanna show them who I am
I wanna sing my own songs
I wanna take this fucking job and shove it where it belongs

• Punk
• Rock
• punk rock
• Adelaide