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Thursday


Background information
Origin New Brunswick, New Jersey, United States
Genre(s) Post-punk
Experimental Rock
Years active 1997—present
Label(s) Island Records
Victory Records
Epitaph Records
Eyeball Records
Associated acts United Nations
Website Website
Members
Geoff Rickly
Tom Keeley
Tim Payne
Tucker Rule
Steve Pedulla
Andrew Everding
Former members
Bill Henderson



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Thursday Lyrics

"For The Workforce, Drowning" lyrics



Falling from the top for your life
still like parachutes
windows go rushing by.
people inside,
dressed for the funeral in black and white.
These ties strangle our necks, hanging in the closet,
found in the cubicle;
without a name, just numbers, on the resumé stored in the mainframe, marked for
delete.

please take these hands
throw them in the river,
wash away the things they never held
please take these hands,
throw me in the river,
dont let me drown before the workday ends.

lack of time! lack of time!

and we're up to our necks,
drowning in the seconds,
it's just in your morning commute
lost in a desert way sleep
we'll not run awake in our parents beds,
tossing and turning.
tomorrow we'll get up
drive to work,
single file
with everyday
just like the last.
waiting for the right to start, is it always just always ahead of the curve?

please take these hands
throw them in the river,
wash away the things they never held
please take these hands,
throw me in the river,
dont let me drown before the workday ends.

just keep making copies
of copies
of copies
when will it end?

it'll never end,
'til it gets so bad
that the ink fills in our fingerprints
and the silouhette of your own face becomes the black cloud of war
and even in our dreams we're so afraid the way we'll offset who we are
all those breaths that you took have now been cancelled in your lungs.
last night my teeth fell out like typewriter keys
and all the monuments and sky scrapers burn down themselves

and save!

save our ship
the anchor is part of the desk
we can't cut free,
the water is flooding the decks
the memo said through colors
computers spark like flares
i can see them.
they don't touch me,
touch me.

please someone,
teach me how to swim.
please, dont let me drown,

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