Another Day...

Another Day...

Let's tie our ties together and trudge off to our jobs

Best we tow the line, lest we're labeled 'slobs'

I'll swing the hammer, break the rocks

With my other chain gang chums

We'll breathe in shoveled coal, ignore our aching lungs

What's mine is mine, so get your own

It's just the way of things

Once we lived on what was grown

Now it's what we bring

To the table let us sit and dine 

On what truly brings us down

We'll feed the giants table scraps

And starve our little towns

So wipe your brow and say your prayers

And marvel what you've got

When sun shines on our ashen soil

We'll gloat from 'neath our plots