In Class - Marco Beltrami & Buck Sanders

I know what you're thinkin' about I know what you're thinkin' about I know what you're thinkin' about work I know what you're thinkin' about school I know what you're thinkin' about all the time And I may be greasin' the wheels in a noisy factory And I may be hunched over metal machines I work so hard tryin' to make a few bucks I pass the hours in a dream The sweat keeps rollin' off the tip of my nose There's only one thing, keeps me on my feet I may be greasin' the wheels in a noisy factory And I may be hunched over metal machines Watching the gears as they move Just reminds me of bodies in motion the sweat and the sound Is it just wild sex in the working class? After five it's a gas Wild sex in the working class? Countin' minutes gonna get home fast Gonna get home fast Thinkin' of your warm skin while I touch cold steel The days go by to the poundin' beat My back is achin' so bad, 'cause I'm grinnin' inside Thinkin' of you, thinkin' of you keeps me on my feet And I may be greasin' the wheels in a noisy factory And I may be hunched over metal machines Watching the gears as they move Just reminds me of bodies in motion the sweat and the sound Is it just wild sex in the working class? After five it's a gas Is it just wild sex in the working class? Counting minutes gonna get home fast I work so hard I'm thinkin' of you I work so hard, thinkin' of you I work so hard Wild sex in the working class After five it's a gas Wild sex in the working class Countin' minutes gonna get home fast Wild sex in the working class Wild sex, wild sex

And so it goes We mouth your words When your tongues are too paralyzed We finish up the peanut butter jelly That you get on your router but never eat We still pee in bottles We play at your graduation parties We have fallen comrades We just rebuild the team Our friends are rich and we love it 'Cause it makes us look wealthy too Shit, I still got a sidekick one With a crack in the fucking screen man We were your favorite I'm the first person to know about these guys and whole band We dance to use me by Bill Winters in a drunken stupor Until ma gets ready to tell us to go the fuck home and kick us out We make mistakes, we love, we hate We're not angry anymore though Still miss you, still love you Like a slug hates salt and we're still your heroes