Lyrics

Snapping chains now what a relief I'm climbing back out from right underneath Into the world of sweet delight Well don't give up without a fight I could handle toil and trouble When it brought on better times But time hangs heavy on my hands Slipping by me, over again on that production line Not lost for the working man You let the chisel fall from your hand Now is the time to pick your fight I can't make everything right And I feel like I've been dragging my own tombstone I feel like I've been dragging my own tombstone I feel like I've been dragging my own tombstone Most of my life At the heart of a brand new city I will find that precious jewel I just drove in from Indiana The neon canyons, calling home another fool Old stinking hat and shoes Fat white suburban blues In this world of sweet delight I'll give up without a fight And I feel like I've been dragging my own tombstone I feel like I've been dragging my own tombstone I feel like I've been dragging my own tombstone Most of my life Here's the carrot and here's the stick Here's the throat where the big words stick See the hammer and see the tongs I've been doing this for too long And I feel like I've been dragging my own tombstone I feel like I've been dragging my own tombstone I feel like I've been dragging my own tombstone Most of my life And I feel like I've been dragging my own tombstone I feel like I've been dragging my own tombstone I feel like I've been dragging my own tombstone Most of my life There's about a hundred people In a windowless concrete shed They've come in here to blow that paycheck, blow the rent They came to remember, coming back to forget