Punch the clock on another day and you're out the door
Damn good thing it's quitting time couldn't take it anymore
Eight hours down and I'm losing my mind
I'll be back again tomorrow doing my time
Yeah we're drinking tonight
That's just that's just what we do
Don't you don't you worry about us
We are we're gonna make it through
Work your forty on the line still you're f*cking broke
They call this the American dream what a f*cking joke
Barley getting by never get ahead
Dig that grave a little deeper so it's there when you're dead
Struggle your whole life and now you realize
You got a belly full of fire and a heart full of pride
All these years of breaking your back made you who you are
Tried and true a war machine you earned every scar
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Punch the clock on another day and you're out the door
Damn good thing it's quitting time couldn't take it anymore
Eight hours down and I'm losing my mind
I'll be back again tomorrow doing my time
Yeah we're drinking tonight
That's just that's just what we do
Don't you don't you worry about us
We are we're gonna make it through
Work your forty on the line still you're f*cking broke
They call this the American dream what a f*cking joke
Barley getting by never get ahead
Dig that grave a little deeper so it's there when you're dead
Struggle your whole life and now you realize
You got a belly full of fire and a heart full of pride
All these years of breaking your back made you who you are
Tried and true a war machine you earned every scar
Damn good thing it's quitting time couldn't take it anymore
Eight hours down and I'm losing my mind
I'll be back again tomorrow doing my time
Yeah we're drinking tonight
That's just that's just what we do
Don't you don't you worry about us
We are we're gonna make it through
Work your forty on the line still you're f*cking broke
They call this the American dream what a f*cking joke
Barley getting by never get ahead
Dig that grave a little deeper so it's there when you're dead
Struggle your whole life and now you realize
You got a belly full of fire and a heart full of pride
All these years of breaking your back made you who you are
Tried and true a war machine you earned every scar
Writer: Samuel Potts
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