Letras
Steel-toed boots hit the dirt at dawn
Another long day just pushin' on
Sweat in my eyes blistered hands
Building dreams on someone else's plans
Working 5 to 9 sun up to sun down
Breaking my back on this no-name ground
Working 5 to 9 no rest in sight
Grinding my soul till the dead of night
Every day but Sunday
Hammer strikes and the steel beams ring
Blood on my knuckles sweat on the string
Dust in my lungs fire in my veins
Still I march on through the grit and the chains
Working 5 to 9 sun up to sun down
Breaking my back on this no-name ground
Working 5 to 9 still on the line
Counting the scars like overtime
Every day but Sunday
Working 5 to 9 sun up to sun down
Grinding these bones into the ground
Working 5 to 9 I won't back away
Living this hell six long days
Every day but Sunday
Working 5 to 9! Sun up to sun down! Every day but Sunday!