Brian Hartt - Red Blood Blues Lyrics

Well I'm a rat
Boot on my back
Hand on my throat
Screaming I'm paying off my debts
So I got a job
I run that wheel
But if I stop turning
I hear, "boy let me hear you squeal"

I think I got the red blood blues
How about you?

I pay my bills
I cash my checks
Back to the bank
And I'm right back where I left
I can't get out
Of this greenback cage
There's a reason that they call it the rat race

I think I got the red blood blues
How about you?

They say the hand that feeds
You better keep it pleased
But I ask you friends, what's it ever done for me?
Boots on the ground
Face in the dirt
Won't you tell me which company will calculate my worth?
Freedom ain't free
It's never been for me
Not with the guns and bombs they sell on the TV

I got the red blood blues
How about you?

So we're way past tired
Well beyond mad
My fellow rats, I say it's time that we fought back

I got the red blood blues
And I know that you do too