In the Tombs

4 AM on a cold night

I find myself, empty bottle in hand

Out with a friend, we're singing alone

About the things that are going wrong

Singing out loud about this world

The messed up life, the struggles we've fought

I hear sirens, bright lights in my eyes

Without warning, I've been attacked

They grab me by the hair

Then threw me against the wall

They hit me in the back

My ribs went pop

They smashed me in the head

It was as though as lead

They kick me in the knee

I started to bleed

What the hell have I done?

What the hell?

I'm in the tombs tonight

I took one in the eye, I wouldn't cry

They punched me in the mouth, I started to shout

I took one in the chin, I began to spin

They started to laugh

I decided to fight back!

What the hell have I done?

What the hell?

I'm in the tombs tonight

Drunk & disorderly is the fucking charge

We find ourselves behind these bars

The only thing that we ever did wrong

Was to sing this oppressed man's song!

What the hell have I done?

What the hell?

I'm in the tombs tonight

Now my life has been stamped

My life, my future in their hands

The only thing that I did wrong

Was to sing this working man's song!

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Working man songs

That's all we got

Music from the heart

Lyrics from the streets

All my life, I've been stamped

All my future in their hands

What I did, nothing wrong

Only singing a working man's song!

You can take my money, never steal my pride

You can try to copy it

You'll never succeed