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