Bruisers, The – Raise Yer Glass

You got a grip on the American Dream

Your hands are empty but that’s not what you see

Your pockets are empty and the landlords here

You spent your money on piss warm beer

To be someone and make the rules

To hold the cards and throw down your tools

To wash your hands clean and tuck in your shirt

It’s the American Dream it shouldn’t have to hurt

You got a job and that’s what pays your way

Got a family that’s what makes you stay

The mouths are fed, the roof don’t leak

You pat them on the head and kiss them on the cheek

But you forgot their faces and the place you got

Spend time thinking about what you haven’t got

Slaving every day but your hearts somewhere else

Trying to figure out where you lost yourself

You never thought the dream would be so hard

Thought you’d have the house with the pool in the yard

The boss would give you just what you earned

You’d count the blessings and the pay you earned

But you punch in at 7 and out at 5

The boss doesn’t even know that you’re alive

You do your work and make your way home

But just look around you’re not so alone

Can’t you see you’re just a working man

You’ll never have more than you hold in your hand

Yo.u work all your life for someone else

You only have your family and yourself

The working man, he’s the only one

With a legacy of pride in the work he’s done

Sweat and tears for the family that he loves

His pride and his family will always be enough

Cant you see that I’m a working man

And we’re all just working men

Raise your glass to the working man alright