Woke up this morning,
opened up the newspaper.
There's no good news today,
just war and genocide.
Roman Consul lying,
people blindly believing,
conquering for Empire,
making sure that millions die.

Just makes me wanna sing the blues all day.
Just makes me wanna sing the blues all night.
Just makes me wanna sing the blues every hour,
just 'cause there's no respite.

Went down to work and did
some mindless drudgery,
just alienated
from God-damn everything:
Doing work for Cæsar,
not for my own self,
not for anyone else.
Ground up inside Moloch's jaws.

Just makes me wanna sing the blues all day.
Just makes me wanna sing the blues all night.
Just makes me wanna sing the blues every hour,
just 'cause there's no respite.

Just makes me wanna sing the blues all day.
Just makes me wanna sing the blues all night.
Just makes me wanna sing the blues every hour,
just 'cause there's no respite.
Just 'cause there's no respite.
Just 'cause there's no respite.
Just 'cause there's no respite.