I'm tradin' in all the hard, hard times Me and my friends have had through The years for a pair of old chucks And a worn thin shirt and somethin' That sounds sweeter to the ears.
When your hands and eyes are tied to Industry you stick a flag in something To call your own you're not left At all with an unhappy life, you're Just left with a sad, sad song.
To pull me out of the ground that's Where I'm run into anymore It all got buried in the cold Hard ground so far down it all Burned to hell and nothin' ever Grows in the middle of a fire Except for dust and ash as far As I can tell.
Now the tough folks here keep On kickin' while the others All get stoned and fade away Nothing's ever done without a Sage or a drunk that doesn't Have something beautiful to Say.
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When your hands and eyes are tied to Industry you stick a flag in something To call your own you're not left At all with an unhappy life, you're Just left with a sad, sad song.
To pull me out of the ground that's Where I'm run into anymore It all got buried in the cold Hard ground so far down it all Burned to hell and nothin' ever Grows in the middle of a fire Except for dust and ash as far As I can tell.
Now the tough folks here keep On kickin' while the others All get stoned and fade away Nothing's ever done without a Sage or a drunk that doesn't Have something beautiful to Say.
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