Raise Yer Glass

The Bruisers

You got a grip on the American Dream 
Your hands are empty but that's not what you see 
Your pockets are empty and the landlords here 
You spent your money on piss warm beer
To be someone and make the rules
To hold the cards and throw down your tools 
To wash your hands clean and tuck in your shirt 
It's the American Dream it shouldn't have to hurt 
You got a job and that's what pays your way 
Got a family that's what makes you stay 
The mouths are fed, the roof don't leak 
You pat them on the head and kiss them on the cheek 
But you forgot their faces and the place you got 
Spend time thinking about what you haven't got 
Slaving every day but your hearts somewhere else 
Trying to figure out where you lost yourself 

You never thought the dream would be so hard
Thought you'd have the house with the pool in the yard
The boss would give you just what you earned
You'd count the blessings and the pay you earned
But you punch in at 7 and out at 5
The boss doesn't even know that you're alive
You do your work and make your way home
But just look around you're not so alone

Can't you see you're just a working man 
You'll never have more than you hold in your hand 
Yo.u work all your life for someone else 
You only have your family and yourself
The working man, he's the only one 
With a legacy of pride in the work he's done 
Sweat and tears for the family that he loves 
His pride and his family will always be enough 
Cant you see that I'm a working man 
And we're all just working men 
Raise your glass to the working man alright
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