Hands tell a thousand stories and all of them unjust Overwork & underpaid
Down & out in the cold Believe the lies your told Looking in the mirror you wonder how you got so old
You work hard with a gun in your back to make the ends meet, Don't know why you never react but you won't admit defeat, You carry on without a thing in your hand, as you slave your life away.
Waiting for a revolution that's never going to come & deep down you know it never will
Down & out in the cold Believe the lies your told Looking in the mirror you wonder how you got so old
You work hard with a gun in your back to make the ends meet, Don't know why you never react but you won't admit defeat, You carry on without a thing in your hand, as you slave your life away.