SO MANY TOWNS ROUND HERE
SING THE SAME OLD STORIES
BRING THE SAME WET TEARS
WHERE MEN THEY DIE OF CANCER
AND THEIR WIVES TRY DESPERATELY
TO KEEP DEAR MEMORIES NEAR
IT REEKS OF FUTULITY WHERE MATERIAL MATTER
DON'T AMOUNT TO A HEAP OF SHIT
WELL IT SURE AS HECK CAN STIRE SOME SOULS
BUT NOBODY UP THERE GIVES A FUCK ABOUT IT
NO CONTROL
YOU'RE LOCKED DOWN WHEN IT'S SAID AND DONE
BREAK OUT OF IT
WE KNOW WHAT'S RIGHT
NO CONTROL
AND WE'RE THE ONES THAT GET THE WORKIN' DONE
BREAK OUT OF IT
OR GET BRUSHED ASIDE
HE KILLS ONE LAST DRINK AND HE TURNS
AND WALKS OUT OF THE STINKING PLACE
HIS RIPPED UP CALLUSED HANDS
CAN'T WIPE THE WORRY FROM HIS FACE
THE PAYCHECKS ROLL IN BUT THE BILLS EAT 'EM UP
BEFORE HE KNOWS THEY'RE GONE
THE MUSCLES FLEX
THE MACHINERY CLICKS
AND ANOTHER DAY OF ENDLESS WORK GOES ON!
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SO MANY TOWNS ROUND HERE
SING THE SAME OLD STORIES
BRING THE SAME WET TEARS
WHERE MEN THEY DIE OF CANCER
AND THEIR WIVES TRY DESPERATELY
TO KEEP DEAR MEMORIES NEAR
IT REEKS OF FUTULITY WHERE MATERIAL MATTER
DON'T AMOUNT TO A HEAP OF SHIT
WELL IT SURE AS HECK CAN STIRE SOME SOULS
BUT NOBODY UP THERE GIVES A FUCK ABOUT IT
NO CONTROL
YOU'RE LOCKED DOWN WHEN IT'S SAID AND DONE
BREAK OUT OF IT
WE KNOW WHAT'S RIGHT
NO CONTROL
AND WE'RE THE ONES THAT GET THE WORKIN' DONE
BREAK OUT OF IT
OR GET BRUSHED ASIDE
HE KILLS ONE LAST DRINK AND HE TURNS
AND WALKS OUT OF THE STINKING PLACE
HIS RIPPED UP CALLUSED HANDS
CAN'T WIPE THE WORRY FROM HIS FACE
THE PAYCHECKS ROLL IN BUT THE BILLS EAT 'EM UP
BEFORE HE KNOWS THEY'RE GONE
THE MUSCLES FLEX
THE MACHINERY CLICKS
AND ANOTHER DAY OF ENDLESS WORK GOES ON!
SING THE SAME OLD STORIES
BRING THE SAME WET TEARS
WHERE MEN THEY DIE OF CANCER
AND THEIR WIVES TRY DESPERATELY
TO KEEP DEAR MEMORIES NEAR
IT REEKS OF FUTULITY WHERE MATERIAL MATTER
DON'T AMOUNT TO A HEAP OF SHIT
WELL IT SURE AS HECK CAN STIRE SOME SOULS
BUT NOBODY UP THERE GIVES A FUCK ABOUT IT
NO CONTROL
YOU'RE LOCKED DOWN WHEN IT'S SAID AND DONE
BREAK OUT OF IT
WE KNOW WHAT'S RIGHT
NO CONTROL
AND WE'RE THE ONES THAT GET THE WORKIN' DONE
BREAK OUT OF IT
OR GET BRUSHED ASIDE
HE KILLS ONE LAST DRINK AND HE TURNS
AND WALKS OUT OF THE STINKING PLACE
HIS RIPPED UP CALLUSED HANDS
CAN'T WIPE THE WORRY FROM HIS FACE
THE PAYCHECKS ROLL IN BUT THE BILLS EAT 'EM UP
BEFORE HE KNOWS THEY'RE GONE
THE MUSCLES FLEX
THE MACHINERY CLICKS
AND ANOTHER DAY OF ENDLESS WORK GOES ON!
Writer: IGNACIO CANO ANDRES
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.