That's Why They Call It Work

Yeah… This is what you signed up for If it was easy as it looks Everybody’d be doing it If it was so fun Then nobody’d be losing it If it paid like a dream We’d be smiling every day But it breaks your back down That’s the reason that they Say You feel it in your bones You carry all the weight You push it every day Just to earn your place That’s why they call it work That’s why it fucking hurts Why your back breaks down Why your mind don’t work Blood on your hands Dirt on your shirt THAT'S WHY THEY CALL IT WORK If it was made for me and you We’d all be living right If it was all that fun We’d be partying every night If the money came easy We’d all be rich and free But it drags you down hard That’s the cost you pay to be Every step feels the same Every day repeats You don’t question anymore You just move your feet That’s why they call it work That’s why it fucking hurts Why your back breaks down Why your mind don’t work Blood on your hands Dirt on your shirt THAT'S WHY THEY CALL IT WORK Same routine, same pain, same dirt every day Clock in, break down, still stuck in the same place You don’t stop You don’t think YOU JUST WORK That’s why they call it work That’s why it fucking hurts Why your back breaks down Why your mind don’t work Blood on your hands Dirt on your shirt Same time, same place, same weight on my back Same clock, same grind, no way to relax Hands worn down but the work don’t stop Keep pushing forward till the whole thing drops They don’t see what it takes to stay in line Just the end result, never what’s behind Every hour spent just trying to survive Still trading time just to feel alive Feel it in your chest Feel it in your spine Every single day Same repeat line No way out No redesign THAT'S WHY THEY CALL IT WORK