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