Lyrics

THE WORKING CLASS

THEY’RE UP WITH THE MORNING SUN
WORKING ALL DAY JUST TO GET THINGS DONE
AND THEY DON’T EVEN FLINCH WHEN THE TIMES GET TOUGH

GOT CALLOUSES ON THEIR HANDS
WORK TO THE BONE, BREAKING THEIR BACKS
THEIR BLOODSHOT EYES SHOW JUST WHAT THEY ARE MADE OF 

CHORUS:
CAUSE THEY PLOW AND DRILL IN THE HOT MORNIN SUN
SWEATIN SO HARD JUST TO MAKE SURE THINGS RUN 
LIKE THEY DO
YES THEY DO
THEY’RE COOKING AND CLEANING AND SERVING THE PACK
DEALING WITH PEOPLE THAT DON’T UNDERSTAND 
WHAT THEY DO
YES THEY DO
EVERY SINGLE DAY THEY’RE OUT THERE BUSTING THEIR ASS
AND THEY CARRY THE WIEGHT OF THE WORLD ON THEIR BACKS
THEY’RE THE WORKING CLASS

RESPECT FOR A DOLLAR EARNED
AN HONEST DAYS WORK, LESSONS LEARNED
PUT FOOD ON THE TABLE, A ROOF OVER THEIR HEAD

PROVIDE FOR THEIR FAMILIES
RUNNING SO HARD JUST TO STAY ON THEIR FEET
HOPING THE STRUGGLE PAYS OFF BEFORE THEY ARE DEAD


CHORUS
 
PUSHING AND PULL IN THE GRUELING HEAT
MOVING AND LIFTING WEEK AFTER WEEK
THEIR PADDING THE POCKETS OF MILLIONAIRES
WHO DON’T GIVE A DAMN, WHO DON’T GIVE A CARE