You got a grip on the American Dream
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Your hands are empty but that's not what you see
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Your pockets are empty and the landlords here
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You spent your money on piss warm beer
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To be someone and make the rules
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To hold the cards and throw down your tools
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To wash your hands clean and tuck in your shirt
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It's the American Dream it shouldn't have to hurt
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You got a job and that's what pays your way
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Got a family that's what makes you stay
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The mouths are fed, the roof don't leak
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You pat them on the head and kiss them on the cheek
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But you forgot their faces and the place you got
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Spend time thinking about what you haven't got
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Slaving every day but your hearts somewhere else
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Trying to figure out where you lost yourself
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You never thought the dream would be so hard
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Thought you'd have the house with the pool in the yard
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The boss would give you just what you earned
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You'd count the blessings and the pay you earned
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But you punch in at 7 and out at 5
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The boss doesn't even know that you're alive
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You do your work and make your way home
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But just look around you're not so alone
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Can't you see you're just a working man
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You'll never have more than you hold in your hand
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Yo.u work all your life for someone else
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You only have your family and yourself
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The working man, he's the only one
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With a legacy of pride in the work he's done
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Sweat and tears for the family that he loves
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His pride and his family will always be enough
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Cant you see that I'm a working man
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And we're all just working men
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Raise your glass to the working man alright
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Raise Yer Glass
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| The Bruisers |
