I’ve been working twelve hours every day,
And I’ve been getting crumbs for my pay.
When I was young this is not how I saw my life:
Working every day and breaking my back, my back
and all I get’s a dime.
Sometimes my dreams feel
like they’ve gone to the wayside,
But I ain’t dead yet,
so I’ll keep on tryin’
I don’t want it
I don’t need it
I don’t wanna work
these twelve hour days
I’ll keep dreamin’
I’ll keep schemein’
’till all the blood falls out my veins
I want a life that’s better than this,
and I’ll find my van, and I’ll find my bliss.