Common weather comes with a name
And our knees our hands got the shakes
Cause when our backs about to break
In the middle of an everlasting fight
Every night we all go to a house we'll never own.
Every night we are tired,
We've been worked to the bone.
But nearly everyday we earn a lower wage,
Does it tell you what we're made of,
Or are we just what we're paid?
It's a hard country we made.
Here we are, far beyond our means
Learnin how to trade love for things
Theres a debt we cant pay
What kind of life's lived this way.
See our hands they praise
Telling us we are to pray
Nearly every day it was a darker kind of way
The color we all knewthis world
The deepest shade of gray
Every night we all go to a house we'll never own.
Every night we are tired,
We've been worked to the bone.
But nearly everyday we earn a lower wage,
Does it tell you what we're made of,
Or are we just what we're paid?
It's a hard country we made.
We know we feel that we try
What kind of life's lived this way?
See our hands they praise