Working Class Blues

[Verse] Eyes wide open but my dreams are late Clock keeps ticking as I tempt my fate Hands all calloused never had a choice Silent struggles in a crowded noise [Verse 2] Coins in my pocket but it's never enough Laughing through bruises gotta act tough Worn out boots but they carry me still Life has a way of breaking your will [Chorus] Working class blues sing the same old song Marching in rhythm but something feels wrong Searching for hope in a rusted motif Finding our strength in shared disbelief [Verse 3] Factory smoke where the sunlight fades Beads of sweat in the steel cascades Dust in my lungs but my spirit won't break Living through moments that time can't take [Verse 4] Dream of the weekends a breath of relief But Monday morning comes bringing its thief Around and around like a wheel that won't stop Finding my solace in the tears that I drop [guitar solo] [Bridge] Fists in the air but my heart on my sleeve Holding on tight to the things I believe Wages of war in the grind every day Still I won't give in there's another way