beat like a rug, ashed out and clubbed
well it’s all for my betterment
I’ll give you a rib with the marrow dried up
it’s not much but a widow’s gift
but in the right rays of the sun
if you squint hard enough
there can be only one like it
I’d write you a song
for all men to be one
but I’d sing it from a place of pride
I can sing over most and I’d gladly be the host
but most often I just hang my head and cry
there’s a song beneath the earth
it resides within the dirt
under the nails of a workin’ man
drug in by the reign, of the crooked ways I think
I wish I was in a mood to die
Well life, it is good, no matter how far you sink
sometimes sitting still is better than to try
when you’re down in a hole
and your heart’s weighed down like gold
there is a hand that can reach you there
beat like a rug, ashed out and clubbed well it’s all for my betterment I’ll give you a rib with the marrow dried up it’s not much but a widow’s gift
but in the right rays of the sun if you squint hard enough there can be only one like it
I’d write you a song for all men to be one but I’d sing it from a place of pride I can sing over most and I’d gladly be the host but most often I just hang my head and cry
there’s a song beneath the earth it resides within the dirt under the nails of a workin’ man
drug in by the reign, of the crooked ways I think I wish I was in a mood to die Well life, it is good, no matter how far you sink sometimes sitting still is better than to try
when you’re down in a hole and your heart’s weighed down like gold there is a hand that can reach you there