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Workin' Life
03:07
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When I clock in at the warehouse,
the sun ain’t come up yet
When the company clock hits closin’ time
The sun’s already set
All day I’m lifting boxes
eight hours every shift
If I break my back and fall down dead
they’ll find someone else to lift
If I can’t make the boss man’s quota
He’s going to dock me half a day
I bet he’ll just replace me
with a robot anyway
This workin’ life is gonna be the death of me
I come home after work and just stare at the wall
‘till I’m bored enough to go to sleep
Then I wake back up too tired to think
for another day of agony
This workin’ life is gonna be the death of me
Well, I’m up about six in the mornin’
I’m out the door by eight
I take two buses and I gotta jog half a mile
Just to make sure I ain’t late
I wash my hair in the breakroom sink
And put on my polo shirt
I’m moan the blues when I tie my shoes
Cuz my feet already hurt
I gotta mop the floor before I open up the door
and let all the people in
I’m stuck behind the counter of this
goddamn store again
This workin’ life is gonna be the death of me
I come home after work and just stare at the wall
‘till I’m bored enough to go to sleep
Then I wake back up too tired to think
for another day of agony
This workin’ life is gonna be the death of me
Now the work I do ain’t what you’d call
a normal nine to five
And I ain’t proud of all the things
I’ve done to stay alive
I dance for tips in torn fishnets
Sometimes I do more
My friends call me a model
My folks call me a whore
They tell me I should call it quits
And get a real career
But they don’t know how hard it is
to make a buck out here
This workin’ life is gonna be the death of me
I come home after work and just stare at the wall
‘till I’m bored enough to go to sleep
Then I wake back up too tired to think
for another day of agony
This workin’ life is gonna be the death of me
This workin’ life is gonna be the death of me
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Broke
04:23
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I used to eat more
These days I’m too poor,
so I’m getting used to the pain
My stomachs in knots
while my mind slowly rots
‘til I feel like I’m goin’ insane
Every dollar I’ve spent
on power and rent
is a dollar that won’t keep me fed
Ain’t it awfully funny
how they count our money
while we count the days til we’re dead?
I may be broke
but I don’t deserve to be broken
Why should we starve while the wealthy
eat more than their share?
They’ll empty our bellies
to keep themselves full
while we bite on the boot straps
they pushed us to pull
Well, I hope they choke
Cuz I’d rather be broke
than be too damn well fed
and wealthy to care
I’ve seen a poor man dig through the trashcan
to try to find food for the day
The clerks at the store
used to toss him some more
but the cops gave them tickets
and chased them away
We don’t get to taste
all the food that they waste
so it goes to the maggots and flies
We might be starving, but at least the larvae
can feast on our flesh as the working class dies
I may be broke
but I don’t deserve to be broken
Why should we starve while the wealthy
eat more than their share?
They’ll empty our bellies
to keep themselves full
while we bite on the boot straps
they pushed us to pull
Well, I hope they choke
Cuz I’d rather be broke
than be too damn well fed
and wealthy to care
Well, I hope they choke
Cuz I’d rather be broke
than be too damn well fed
and wealthy to care
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I don’t think I like this world
we live in
Everybody’s takin’
nobody’s givin’
We break our backs just to make
Enough to keep livin’
I don’t think I like this world we live in
Well the folks at the top
are gettin’ richer every day
They raise the price of the things that we need
Cuz they know in the end we’re
gonna die or pay
Buyin’ luxury homes and
cars of chrome
While we’re drownin’ in debt
just to keep goin’ on
I don’t think I like this world
we live in
The folks at the top say
“nobody works anymore!”
Why would we wanna work day and night
Just to barely afford to be poor?
You can call me a lazy bum,
but it can’t call that livin’
I don’t think I like this world we live in
I don’t think I like this world we live in
Everybody’s takin’
nobody’s givin’
We break our backs just to make
Enough to keep livin’
I don’t think I like this world we live in
This world of greed and industry will burn
when the smoke-filled sky cries acid rain
and the ocean starts to churn
When man and beast have nearly gone extinct
The last person on earth is gonna
stop and think
“What happened to the world
we used to live in?”
I don’t think I like this world we live in
Everybody’s takin’
nobody’s givin’
We break our backs just to make
Enough to keep livin’
I don’t think I like this world we live in
I don’t think I like this world we live in
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The Devil Is Real
04:08
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I’ve never been a religious man
But I’ve seen the Devil now and again
He ain’t a monster like on the big screen
He’s a lot less red and a lot more mean
Now, the Devil's a man in sharp, black suit
With slicked-backed hair and
polished boots
A crisp white shirt and a blood-red tie
And a smile that says
“I don’t care if you die”
That mean Ol Devil is a businessman
And there ain’t no business better than
The morally bankrupt Pyramid scheme
He marketed to us as
“The American Dream”
The Devil ain’t red, he’s sickly green
And he’s the cruelest, hollow bastard that you’ve ever seen
You might get rich while under his spell
But He will come collecting when he sees you in Hell.
He whispers vile, malignant spew
In the open ears of the wealthy few
His hollow voice is pained and gruff,
He says “the have-nots have enough!”
He buys them off with fantasies
Of fancy cars and shopping sprees
“I’ll give you power, influence
If you join in my experiments”
When his slick possession’s done
He sends his spawn to Washington
They ensure the poor stay poor
Cause that’s what the Devil pays them for
The Devil ain’t red, he’s sickly green
And he’s the cruelest, hollow bastard that you’ve ever seen
You might get rich while under his spell
But He will come collecting when he sees you in Hell
Anyone can get sucked in
From Laborers to Wall street men,
But when his greedy game begins
Only the Devil truly wins
The nation’s backbone slowly breaks
As he takes and takes and takes and takes
But no matter how many millions he makes
His cold hard grip is hard to shake
We’re just rats caught in is trap
Patiently waiting for the jaws to snap
Gnashing our teeth against the cage
Our screams as useless as our rage
There ain’t no savior gonna save our souls
When the Devil comes to collect His toll
The only way out of this Capitalist Hell
Is to break the bonds
of his soul-sucking spell
The Devil ain’t red, he’s sickly green
And he’s the cruelest, hollow bastard that you’ve ever seen
You might get rich while under his spell
But He will come collecting when he sees you in Hell.
The Devil ain’t red, he’s sickly green
And he’s the cruelest, hollow bastard that you’ve ever seen
You might get rich while under his spell
But that son of a bitch will come collecting in Hell.
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Pink Williams Memphis, Tennessee
I'm the Man in Pink.
I'm also a Country and Folk singer/songwriter in Memphis, Tennessee!
There's no place
for racism, sexism, homophobia, or bigotry of any kind in the 21st century. My style may be retro, but my views sure as hell aren't. Power to the people!
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