This cloudy morning theyre up today Another shit waged Sunday hand in hand the underpaid The underappreciated serving you till two or three The families in the freezing picking bottles off the street The afterglow it was glowing bright But the reality of the empty bottles quick turned off the lights Because theres the lady, the shopping cart Crying in the freezing but she doesnt have a frozen heart Theyre grinding with the gears, they have for years Evolution doesnt instill fear Because they have an appreciation for the common man With bottles in their hands its the end for most of them Complain today and for the rest of your days Spitting in the faces of the people who cater to you Consume the world giving orders To the souls with the hearts that are drowning in the shit wage Blues to you, this imbalance is serving right Corporate america sucking out the life so your kids wont have to fight For nothing, while laughing at the lady with the cart she smiles And waves because she doesnt have a frozen heart Theyre grinding with the gears, they have for years Evolution doesnt instill fear Because they have an appreciation for the common man With bottles in their hands its the end for most of them The sound, the struggle, barely hanging on Its the song you never sung and its the only song theyll ever know Sound of the struggle when theyre barely hanging on Its the song theyve always sung and its the only song theyll ever know Theyre grinding with the gears, they have for years Evolution doesnt instill fear Because they have an appreciation for the common man With bottles in their hands its the end for most of them The sound, the struggle, barely hanging on Its the song you never sung and its the only song theyll ever know Sound of the struggle when theyre barely hanging on Its the song theyve always sung and its the only song theyll ever know
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