The Work Songtext
von Pressing Strings

I ask myself have I lost it
Or did I ever have what it took
To be a man for the people, original seeker
Searching for things that make us all equal
Rather than work in an office
I break my hands just to fill up the tank and it′s often empty again
Empty again
I ask myself what the cost is
Add up the sum and break it all down for my taxes
Oh will it ever be enough
Oh will it ever be enough
Settle down and answer all my questions
For life is fleeting and so precious
I'll work, I don′t mind
All day, I got time
Everyone needs some help and I got mine
I got mine I ask myself who the boss is
Or did I ever have what it took
To be a man for the people, original seeker
Searching for things that make us all equal
Rather than sell with a soft grin
I break my hands on broken guitars and they're often
Breaking again
Breaking again
Settle down and answer all my questions
For life is fleeting and so precious
I'll work, I don′t mind
All day, I got time
Everyone needs some help and I got mine
I got mine
I got mine
I got mine