Piece of the Action

Lyrics

Somewhere a red-eyed waitress glances At another movie magazine Down on the corner there's a grocery boy Stuffin' boxes fulla hungry dreams Someone is cleanin' up the offices One window burnin' in the dark Somebody's cryin' is there any way in hell To light a comet from a single spark Workin' so hard I can't remember much About the freedom I been workin' for Felt like a prisoner 'til I looked in your eyes And saw a million wide open doors Ya tell me put a little money away Every dog'll have his day in time Well I been slavin' like a dog and I got nothin' to show ya But a collar and a fist fulla nickels and dimes I want a piece A piece a the action Gimme a shot at the real thing I want a piece a the action A piece a the action Gonna turn on the master Gonna cut these strings Gonna turn on the master Gonna cut these strings Been livin' just like my old man did And neither one of us could get it right Punchin' in when the day begins And punchin' out the local boys at night There's someone leanin' on a peelin' porch And someone leavin' on a silver plane I finally know the man I'd rather be Girl I won't be back to getcha 'til they know my name I want a piece A piece a the action Gimme a shot at the real thing I want a piece a the action A piece a the action Gonna turn on the master Gonna cut these strings Gonna turn on the master Gonna cut these strings Well they hand you a paycheck every week And steal a piece of your soul every day Well I don't need no gold watch in fifty years Baby let's be golden today I want a piece A piece a the action Gimme a shot at the real thing I want a piece a the action A piece a the action Gonna turn on the master Gonna cut these strings I want a piece A piece a the action Gimme a shot at the real thing I want a piece a the action And I'm breakin' my back Gonna turn on the master Gonna cut these strings I want a piece A piece a the action Gimme a shot at the real thing I want a piece a the action A piece a the action Gonna turn on the master Gonna cut these strings Gonna turn on the master Gonna cut these strings Somewhere a red-eyed waitress glances At another movie magazine Down on the corner there's a grocery boy Stuffin' boxes fulla hungry dreams ...