Concrete Battles
Look at this room...
Papers piled up,
past-due notices.
Just trying to keep my feet on the ground. (yeah)
Clock strikes five and the engine barely turns Another forty hours for
a dime that burns
Hand me down boots with the sole worn thin
Washing off the grease just to clock back in I watch the
kitchen table gather all the unpaid debt
Counting out the quarters while the ceiling drips wet
Tryna be a pillar when the foundation shakes Paying for every single
innocent mistake
I'm still standing in the freezing rain
Learning how to carve a living out of the pain
Nobody hands you anything down here
Just scrape by, wipe off the sweat and tear (wipe it off,
yeah)
Grew up round the mill where the smoke stays gray
Taught to bite your tongue if you got words to say Now
the plant shut down and the town went cold Watching friends grow
bitter before they turn old Pop worked his spine down straight to
the bone Just to leave behind an empty house and a loan
I refuse to let the gravel swallow up my pride Even with
the whole world laughing on the other side
They say you pull yourself up by your own two hands Hard
to stand up tall when you're sinking in the sand Hard to
see the morning through the factory haze Still fighting through the quiet
of these heavy days
I'm still standing in the freezing rain
Learning how to carve a living out of the pain
Nobody hands you anything down here
Just scrape by, wipe off the sweat and tear (yeah,
still standing here)
Just keep walking.
One shift at a time.
Tomorrow's coming anyway.
(yeah...
one foot in front of the other)