born a working man

i was born a working man
born and raise by a working mans hand
or the back of his hand
and i cant get the
(i cant get this, out of my skin)
stains out of my skin
the dirt out from my nails
the tired from my eyes
the guilt that i cant do enough

so i became a bitter man
who only knows how to work
how to make ends meet
i have no time for love
i have no time to relax
i have no time to enjoy
or appreciate what i have



so my father could have another pair of steady hands
to callous and bruise, to hurt and misuse
and i cannot get the
stains out of my skin
the dirt out
from under my nails
the pain out
from under my skin