This cloudy morning they're up today another shit waged Sunday hand in hand the underpaid the under-appreciated serving you till two or three the families in the freezing picking bottles off the street the after-glow it was glowing bright but the reality of the empty bottle's quick turned off the lights because there's the lady, the shopping cart crying in the freezing but she doesn't have a frozen heart
they're grinding with the gears, they have for years evolution doesn't instill fear because they have an appreciation for the common man with bottles in their hands it's the end for most of them
complain today and for the rest of your days spitting in the faces of the people who cater to you consume the world giving orders to the souls with the hearts that are drowning in the shit wage blues to you, this imbalance is serving right corporate america sucking out the life so your kids won't have to fight for nothing, while laughing at the lady with the cart she smiles and waves because she doesn't have a frozen heart
they're grinding with the gears, they have for years evolution doesn't instill fear because they have an appreciation for the common man with bottles in their hands it's the end for most of them
the sound, the struggle, barely hanging on it's the song you never sung and it's the only song they'll ever know sound of the struggle when they're barely hanging on it's the song they've always sung and it's the only song they'll ever know.
they're grinding with the gears, they have for years evolution doesn't instill fear because they have an appreciation for the common man with bottles in their hands it's the end for most of them
the sound, the struggle, barely hanging on it's the song you never sung and it's the only song they'll ever know sound of the struggle when they're barely hanging on it's the song they've always sung and it's the only song they'll ever know.