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"TO BETTER DAYS"
Welcome my mates to better days
I can't say things will go our way
So raise your glass and sing along
To the working man's forgotten song
When you're fixed on living your own life
And you work so hard just to survive
You can't conform to chase the green
Cuz your father said to follow your dreams
When your heart's in your throat and tears start to fall
And it feels like no one cares at all
You reach for the bottle and curse and scream
At he who condemns your lifehood dreams
We are the working man
The wages aren't much but the're what we can
The rich man jeer and we're pushed away
A hard working man is no disgrace
In sadness I drink until I shake
My stomach turns ax I lite a smoke
My eyes fell heavy and my head is numb
I'm pinin' for those days to come
We're hell-bent for victory
And remunerance is looking bleak
Your beat and dragging body may scream
But it's harder to dwell on windswept dreams
Sometimes it's just fuck it man
We'll laugh and smile and make the best
We'll be pulling pints until the dawns first light
And hug our mates and say goodnight
